Well, Davos was barely starting to flick the sparks when a man with violently red hair sat down next to him. He almost startled at the spark at the young man's fingers, but remembered Melisandre's fire magic, how she can conjured up flames . . . and among other things. He's about to say no, but then he remembers himself.

"If you like," he said. "Better than my old flint."