For the second time in as many minutes, Daniel causes Asmodia to lose concentration on an ongoing casting. "Oh!" she says, and then, "Oh," and finally, "Oh?"

Ascended. Dead and ascended don't usually go together, but she's no religious scholar. Maybe that's how it's done sometimes, or maybe he just means dead as in no longer on the mortal coil. Either way, she's running through the last minute or two in her mind and trying to decide just how badly she's done in terms of mouthing off to a deity, or at the least a servitor. "Haaaa," she adds, the nervous laugh barely even recognizable as a laugh at all. The urge to flee is rising, but that's kind of stupid because there is no running from a god or its servants.

"I only wanted to make it rain," she says, holding up her hands in a placating gesture now. "I didn't -- um -- are you...should I be kneeling or something right now? I haven't, uh, met a god before. Sorry -- uh, my, uh, liege." She punctuates the apology with an incredibly awkward downward bob that might have been a curtsy in a former life.

Is that correct? She's pretty sure that isn't correct. She's also pretty sure he's not going to want the formal address one would use for the servitors of the great devil Asmodeus, which is about the only one she knows.