[ It's definitely out of a horror movie. He'll try and appreciate it a bit more later; for now, he's turning the candle over in his hand, impressed with the irony of turning a candle into a lighter, and then holding it toward his hair. ]

...well, you were granting me my request even without being aware of the situation, so I felt like it wasn't necessary. [ "...to worry you," is what's being left out there. Time to hurry the conversation along. ] Not only are they behind me... well, I think we should expect them everywhere. But so far, only this "fan" has gotten a hold of me... more importantly, Eichi, how far do you think you can run?

[ It's... kind of a lie, but he's only considering how many have gotten a grip on part of his body. The one on his foot can be dealt with without touching it.

He's flicking the lighter on, quickly moving it along the stolen hair to find a place to burn it—it wouldn't do him any good to put the flame between himself and the elf, giving it another opening, so he has to reach out farther and burn closer to it. It catches fairly quickly and burns even faster.

Also it smells bad. ]