Scaramouche watches her performance at what he believes is a safe distance, calmly taking a few steps back just in case, enthralled by the sight and sound of the creature's pain and the power radiating off his co-star. Eventually, it stops moving, as most creatures do under a sustained heat of that intensity.

Three sharp, slow claps cut through the air.

"Oh, well done!" he cracks with a teasing smile. "Bravo! You know how to knock them dead, all right."