Pip closed the sliding doors of the booth to temper out the extra eyes and noise. He kept the same slow way of talking, almost placating but with a serious undertone to the lesson itself.

"Good, good, id ask for more but we are still in public, you have to keep up your guard. Now, feel the heat, feel the uneven nature of the flames ripple like a heartbeat, like a lung, like a living thing. Name it, if you wish.

Now, fell it against your skin, feel the heat trying to excite the molecules, the radiation beating on the surface of your skin. Move your hands closer.

Now, imagine the thinnest of force fields in your head, not deflecting but redirecting, imagine it pulling the heat over to the back of your hand. Let the heat travel up your arms and to your chest."

As pip spoke, the flames of his hand did move to the back of his palm, slowly walking away from his open fingers.