Asmodia's tail lashes nervously, unseen by human eyes under the illusion...but perhaps not so unseen by certain other beings. "A weather hex," she admits after a moment's hesitation. "It's gone now. Thanks."

She stops resisting the urge to find things out for herself, and finally finishes the gesture and says something that sounds like, "Raqaroseum," as she stares at him in sudden but intense concentration. Her brow just keeps furrowing tighter, though, when the spell provides no explanation -- what she's trying to detect is a pretty specific form of energy, and whatever he's got going for him, it doesn't seem to be creating a magical aura. "What are you..." she asks, even as she keeps trying to see.