"It very much stokes the intensity of it, makes it easier to mold your very body into the flames." The mage conjures a lick of fire at his fingertips, letting it leap and crackle along his knuckles. "But it can also cause it to rage out of control. Control is the true core of Ixian teachings. Control of the elements, control of emotions. Even if they're not your own." He gives the smaller Mobian a wide grin, closing his fist over that flame and snuffing it out.

"But it is passion, it is intensity. Something I think you'd be well-suited towards."