The fire? Yeah. It won't stop it or anything, but... [ he pauses, and scratches at the side of his head, thinking how to explain it. ] I know how it makes your throat feel, from personal experience. Look —

[ a pause, and he takes a deep breath, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment, before exhaling a clean stream of fire, which bursts into a small mushroom of flame a few inches from his mouth. as it dies, smoke still leaks from his mouth a bit, and his words are rough for a few moments when he speaks again. ]

I do this, and when it's not on purpose, or gets messed up...

[ he shrugs, and clears his throat slightly. ] The tea'll help.