And then he's just -- gone, no incantation, no detectable effort to dismiss himself from her plane. Asmodia takes in a sharp breath, and a moment later she's stepped forward to sweep her arms through the space, forgetting momentarily that she won't be able to feel him even if he is still secretly there. There's nothing, of course, at least nothing that she can feel, and she drops her hands sheepishly to her sides before turning to Biscuit.

"You heard the man," she says, trying to find humor in it. "Time to get back to work."