[Why do what he doesn't have to? Because Baroona in front of him, looking down and casting a deeply disapproving look with it.]

I made the fire.

[AKA get off your ass and do something. And if that wasn't enough incentive, he takes a carefully measured pause–disguising it as a sudden realization. He blinks, expression turning more innocent as he pats a closed fist over his open palm.] Oh!

[Bending over slightly, he continues:] Could it be that you don't know how to do it? [Straightening again, glancing away.] I guess everyone has their uses. Maybe one day you'll find yours.

[He mutters the last bit just loud enough for Zelos to hear.]