He raises an eyebrow at her. "It's not magic, it's more than that." The response is petulant, an almost adolescent reaction to the insinuation that God's law could be equal to the work of witches and humans. He seems to realize his snap in civility, though. He clears his throat and when he speaks again his voice is gentle once more. "Come, let's sit."

When she does follow him, he continues, considering her implication that he's not living in his home universe. It's definitely a strange thought. It is possible that there are dimensions where the rules of his universe don't apply, but it's a difficult thought to wrap his mind around. "Have you tried praying? If I can hear your prayers, I'm certain a summoning would be possible."