[And- can dispel the fire. That's very useful. When he thought complete control over it, he was right on the money, still.]

[Hisoka smiles, putting a hand to his chin and stepping closer, still not a sound from those heels, strutting on the building top like this is some runway, some arena for them, and letting his presence own it despite the atrociously bright clothing he's wearing. If anything they may take away from any hint of intimidation he could be giving off. But then, Hisoka never really dressed to be intimidating. That wasn't the point.]

So then, your fire is yours? It doesn't spread unless you will it- though I wonder, is it completely separate from other flames? Should it even be called 'fire'? [Some other sort of energy then. Something that just takes the visual look of fire but acts differently. Doesn't spread, doesn't consume material or air unless it's being told to.]

So then, you can only control that flame, and not others? [All thinking out loud, a bad habit but it's more meant to taunt than anything. Also he likes to think out loud.]

[Not someone that controls all flame, just- HIS flame? Maybe.]

I do like it, yes. But now that we're close, do try to keep me interested. [Smirks.] Granted, you're doing so well so far. But that mask is still between us. Pity. Just who are you, we've met before, haven't we?