The forkful he was lifting gets put down again carefully, while he gives her a long look. "You mean he's... made of fire? That sounds..." He blinks, and takes a moment to readjust his mind yet again to the weirdness of the Nexus.
"I hope, for the sake of the kids, their house isn't lined in asbestos?"
The expression is flat, but he's just being a wise-ass now.