Malcolm raises an eyebrow at the pistol and the implications that come along with it. And gives a gentle nods of approval, or perhaps he is feeling vindicated at stating she had good sense. He respectfully takes the amulet and looks at it closely, although he does nothing outwardly unusual looking.
"Fire is destructive but destructive does not mean bad. Destruction is necessary for creation, just as death is a prerequisite for life. You can't have one without the other after all. For years it became common practice to put out forest fires, this led to an build up of undergrowth normally culled by smaller such fires resulting in massive firestorms that ravaged the west. Many seeds require ash to grow properly. You are not wrong that there are many facets to fire as everything.
Then very undramatically he hands the amulet back with a small frown upon his face.
"I am afraid that if I am to help you, this will require time, more so than a few minutes by the fire could provide. I am willing to do this for you if you are comfortable, and under your supervision of course. However such a task will distract me from assisting in matters more... pressing, I am committed to assisting in the endeavors in the Cave of Whispers and learning the mysteries of the Gate. Have you any talent for digging up things long forgotten? Or uncovering things other would rather you left untouched? For if you are willing to pick up the slack I'd otherwise be pulling, I'd feel less guilty about assisting you."