Firestone Hot Springs come and lay your bones on the alabaster stones

Birk still did not think it wise to bath in winter, but - hey - he had not get burned in a forest-fire, so probably this lady knew what was good for her. And he was in no place to argue or point out otherwise. Therefore he nodded and smiled at her sympathetically, feeling sorry that such a spectacular creature had had to suffer so unneccessary. 

However, her next comment rang the warning bell and his previously kind and friendly expression turned into one full of bewilderment and growing unease with the situation. While he was comfortable with chatting, flirting and flattering with the girls he met, occasionally engaging in playful and innocent encounters, he did not like his private space breached. He was not comfortable with someone else touching him, unless it was absolutely neccessary. 

Therefore he mustered up a weak smile and shuffled a little away from the lady. Should she decide to go through with her offer. "Nah, I am fine, thank you!" he told her, even though his wounds told a different story. "So - where do you live now, since the home you had burned down?"