Asmodia nods, unsurprised by the admission (though claiming to be a scientist is pretty fancy). Most people have only passing knowledge of magic; they might buy a magic item or commission a spellcaster to make their lives easier in some way, but she's far from the norm in being able to harness it herself. At least he doesn't come from some backward place that doesn't use magic at all; then she never would have been able to explain well enough to stop him from resisting her attempt to relocate him.

She rests her elbows on her legs and resists the urge to grab her own tail; it's a childish habit and she won't have it. "No," she says, trying to lock eyes with him to show that she's not intimidated by his tone and is only going to tell him what she feels like sharing and on her own terms. Her gaze slides away to land on his ear after a whopping four seconds, the extended eye contact all but excruciating. Still, she tries to at least sound firm. "I'm not."