Most of the spiderwebs in a ten meter radius have in fact already been incinerated by this point, and so the constables are greeted with a raised brow over a set of particularly exhausted eyes instead of blatant disregard for authority.

"Uh huh. Sure. Although, I think if I wanted to commit arson on my own property, I'd at least be allowed to do it in peace." He hefts the (oddly well-made) Flamethrower off the strap he's using to keep it in place on his shoulder and gingerly sets it down onto the damp gravel where it proceeds to hiss and steam.