While Heat wasn't sure why he was being compared to a small bird commonly eaten by humans, he did know he was being mocked. Even if he'd known how to sing, he wouldn't have done so for this boy. His best option was probably to just ignore him, but that required a certain amount of restraint that the demon didn't possess in these types of situations. No, no, the best method for getting Scott to shut up was pure, old-fashioned physical pain. He just needed to make sure not to do anything that would have one of the nurses or orderlies immediately heading their way.

One of the boy's hands was on the table. Heat reached out quickly and snatched it in one of his own, twisting the wrist in a manner that would be painful but not cause any lasting damage. Then he leaned closer, snarling through a forced smile. "I won't sing because I don't want to sing. Got it?"

He let go just as quickly, slamming Scott's arm back down on the table. Hopefully, that would be enough to get the boy to quit with the attitude.