"It wouldnt be much fun if I could make others fly and not do it myself... now would it?"

And he simply rises, a small halo of blue fire all around him, his eye's fire pullsing like a heartbeat. But it isnt hurtful, or dark, or ominous, but gentle and kind fire.

His smile is the same as he grins at Harold and simply sits on air.

"Flying is fun, and should be done whenever possible."