"Hn," Alleyana plucked it from his fingers nimbly enough with the pointy-tipped fingers of her one gauntlet. She eyed it dubiously for a moment, then stuck the not-on-fire end between her lips and inhaled.

Carefully, because she wasn't a moron.

She let the smoke out a bit faster than a veteran would have, but did not cough! This wasn't any worse than breathing around dragon-fire, after all. Not much more pleasant either, though. The elf made a face -- which was saying something, with her face.

"You like these?" She asked, with it still dangling from her lips. "It tastes like a dragon ate a barrel of gaatlok and then belched it back out." Which, since dragon fire was one of the secret ingredients to the gaatlok she'd encountered, meant regurgitated dragon fire. Kind of. It was hard to put one of her remaining fingers on it.