"His red irises shone as he extended a hand to me. Coaxing me into travelling with him. I didn't want to, but this is who I really am, I wanted answers and he was willing to give them to me, only if I placed a pale icy hand into the flames that illuminated his face."
Smoke. That's all he ever got. Whenever he tried to summon his powers, smoke would only seep from his palms. In this place, he was not angry enough. He was not as troubled as he once was. His curse was leaving him. Reminds me of the Darkling @lbardugo