"If this is your idea of fun..." Rolling his eyes, Gaspard let out a quiet huff of disappointment as a familiar face spoiled his fun. What was so bad about a fire? They were in a camp full of [i]demigods[/i]. If worse comes to worst, they could just get the Poseidon kids to put out the fire, or something. You'd think that as a Hermes kid, Connor would surely be up for getting up to some mischief. Instead, he seemed satisfied with having nothing to do but drink and dance all night. What a drag, right? He wasn't going to protest [i]too much[/i], though. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he just didn't feel like mustering up his trademark sarcasm, at the moment. The son of Hecate recited smoothly in his Cajun drawl, as he had done so many times before, "Whatever you say, Connor."

Dark eyes scanned the area for anything of interest, unfortunately finding none. Man, this fire was starting to sound better and better. Maybe he'd just ignore everything that Connor said and light the whole damned place up. Before he could follow that train of thought, however, Gaspard's attention was brought back to the conversation at hand. The dark-haired demigod found himself nodding along with everything she said, even letting out a small chuckle of amusement as her comment about marshmallows. Ares kids sure were something, even more so when they got drunk off their asses.

"Reckless is always good. I'm Gaspard. My friend here can introduce himself." Gaspard grinned an crafty grin, making some sort of vague hand gesture towards Connor with his free hand. The son of Hecate had sort of a clinical curiousity as to how far he could push the girl before she really set the place alight. Maybe all she needed was a little nudge. Remembering the spell as best as he could, Gaspard muttered a quiet chant under his breath before snapping his fingers. Almost immediately, the tips of his fingers erupted in blue fire, rising for just a second before diminishing into a flaming sphere about the size of a ping-pong ball. It looked just like real fire, apart from the fact that it was all an illusion. If one was observant enough, they would notice that the sphere gave off no heat whatsoever. With his control of the Mist, Gaspard could easily engulf the area around him in imaginary flames. But for now, hopefully this was enough to provoke a reaction.