Oh he lights it, his gaze sharp as steel, and the flame he ignites for Cid's cigarette is not the warming flicker he expects. Rather, from his offered finger is the cold, lifeless flame of darkness which erases and destroys matter in which it touches.

Half his cigarette is gone, without so much as a burn mark to show for it.

Barnabas catches Cid's eyes with his and blinks slowly, once.