[whoops. he averts his eyes, bottled shame and guilt washing over him. he feels as though his magic is reaching, tethered to the underworld and dark unknown so deeply that without the usual blatant connection, he's lost. there is nothing stable about his magic, a ticking time bomb with a reach so wide it draws anything potentially relating to his demonic magic in like a magnet.]

Nothing.

[liar.]

But how else would I wake up in a place like this? There's - [he raises his free hand to make a loose gesture at the room] magic here that isn't natural for us. You've noticed, haven't you?