César barely flinches as the match is put out. "I suppose that answers that question." He takes up the towel he's flung over his shoulder and starts drying off his hand, grinning in amusement. "How are you this fine day?"
Sí, sí. I know. [He walks up to her, smiling.] Just wanted a demonstration of how you put out fires when I heard you wouldn't let people smoke in their rooms.
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