"White magic could break such an enchantment, which is the magic of Heavenly Ones, or a stronger spell of black magic, which is the magic of demons. Mortals can only call upon such powers, and can only use so much before it taxes their bodies and spirits. My rank is such that my spells are of immense potency, assisted by the engagement to my Lord of Magic." Abysa explains, going to float about and inspect the room. He dusts some cat hair off of a chair.

Henry takes his time sniffing and taking in all the smells, his pink nose tapping her hand a few times. The feline cannot voice his opinion, but he is quite fond of the warm smells, and less so of the cooler, pine-like ones. Eventually, he finds her hand suitable for his needs, which are scritches on his soft cheeks, turning his head and pushing himself against her fingers.

"Ah, he is taking to you. I knew he would. He is a polite little gentleman." Abysa looks over and smiles softly.