I don't breathe it, if that's what you're talking about. I manipulate it. However you can imagine. Total control over fire.

[The pride in his voice starts to wilt away.]

At least back home. Apparently this world doesn't like any "magic" other than its own, even if it's a genetic skill and nothing like magic. And I mean it gets seriously pissed off. Just part of my big fucking list of reasons to get out of here as soon as possible.