"But chu'r on fire," Long explained.

"... I'm just so hot that fire doesn't hurt me," Rosen explained with a smirk.

"... How d'chu d'tat?" Long asked, sounding a little dumbfounded.

Rosen was having fun with this, "I was born with a hotness factor far above everyone else," he explained. He leaned in closer, "It's in my DNA," he whispered in Long's ear.

"... Ten how do I do tat?" he asked.

"I could give you a little transfusion right now if you'd like," Rosen offered gallantly.

"... Please..." Long told Rosen as his eyes got a little wet. "I dun want 't burn 'ver 'gain."

Rosen blinked, staring at Long. "Alright," he replied, sitting up and straddling Long, "Fire-power start up!" he said loudly before shaking his hair, "Converting fire-power to Long," and he leaned down, shaking his hair out in Long's face.

Long started babbling something in Chinese, but sneezed in the middle of whatever he was saying.

Rosen laughed a little, "If you really wanted to keep my fire power, I'd have to make your hair red too," he informed Long.

"Why?" Long complained. He didn't seem to want red hair.

Rosen chuckled, "That's the way to test your hotness," he explained, "Though I can check through your temperature too," he stated, bending back down and pressing his cheek to Long's.

Long slurred something in Chinese again. It sounded like a complaint of some kind.

"Yep, you're definitely heating up," Rosen declared as he pulled away again.

"I dun wan 'ta burn," Long repeated quietly.

"You won't burn," Rosen promised, "Not while I'm here to give you power-ups."