"I'm delighted that you agreed to meet me."

"Don't flatter yourself. I came because I wanted to see what you had for me."

"This dinner doesn't have to be all business, now does it?"

She paused and looked over him appraisingly. "You want fun and games, then? How about this?"

Without warning, she grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the table, roughly pulling up his jacket sleeve to expose the tender underside of his forearm. She then picked up a fat candle from the restaurant table and held it over him, eyeing him dangerously before suddenly tipping it over his arm. She let a few drops fall by his elbow where his jacket was bunched before flipping the candle upright again.

"You are the Flame Alchemist, no? You like playing with fire?"

She started dripping the wax again, moving up his arm toward his wrist. He relaxed his arm, having tensed and tried to pull back instinctively at the first, scalding drop.

His dark eyes burned like the candle's flickering flame. "I like this game."

She smiled, her blue eyes glittering treacherously as she then spilled the entire contents of the candle onto his wrist, keeping his arm pinned to the table as he tried to pull it back to himself. The molten wax spilled over his fair skin, causing it to turn red from its liquid heat before the wax became solid once again.

"Good to know, Mustang."