Asmodia's first thought is that this is probably what it feels like to have somebody trying to buy your soul, before she remembers that already happened yesterday and didn't produce anything like this sensation.
It's pretty obvious to her what she wants, now that she stares in that direction.
It's the sort of thought that gets people killed, maybe even people who've sold their souls. Intelligence headbands are dangerous things; she doesn't think, maybe, that she might have thought of this with the spell form of Fox's Cunning.
And having thought it, she's already fucked herself over yet again, and might as well say it to Sevar. "There's a story I once heard whispered about the Queen, that if you piss her off badly enough, she'll turn you into a statue and bury you far down enough that even the Hellknights can't get to you to free your trapped soul. I'd serve Cheliax loyally if there was a realistic compact for that to happen to me, at the end of my life, if I served at some realistic level that's actually in reach for me."