[Now that sounds a little more like Angelina, sharp and bitter.

But the rise in temperature definitely isn't Angelina, not unless she's somehow managed to both learn some new tricks and figure out how to stop being a Blutbad. Which, yes, okay, is possible, but there's no way Angelina could even know about that, let alone seek it out. Okay. So. Not Angelina. Some kind of Wesen, involving fire, but not a Damonfeuer, which pretty much exhausts his knowledge of Wesen that us fire.

He puts up his hands, palm out, backing a few steps away from her.]

Sorry. It's just, you're pretty much a dead ringer for someone I know, and the last time we met, she was pretty intent on killing me.