Avdol Jabbar kept trying to smoothly slip away from Ismat's tinkering. "You question my abilities? Then perhaps I should start questioning the morality of your business in Kemet?" The wizard pulled away and held his hands up at chest level. "But to answer your question... Yes, fire tricks are all I am capable of," After speaking these words, Avdol clapped his hands together, and disappeared. In his place, for a moment, a flame swirled around and then dissipated.
Then Ismat could feel a heat behind her, but it wasn't breath. It was the flaming hand of the esteemed Alim, Avdol Jabbar. He held it out past her shoulder, so she could see it's intensity. Then he bent over and spoke next to her ear, "but they are all you need."
Guy is kinda dramatic.