Asmodia's thoughts are touching upon the gardens of the goddess Erecura and her secret stay there.  Her mind cannot be read by the likes of Elias Abarco, nor, indeed, any mortal nor most immortals that walk the face of Golarion.

"Thank you for your good wishes, sir," Asmodia says evenly, she is not sure what response Abarco is looking for but that - could be something she would say if she was showing him that he'd hurt her, right, is that the right thing to say -

Asmodia's thoughts are touching upon the gardens of the goddess Erecura and her secret stay there.  Those thoughts cannot be read by the likes of Elias Abarco, nor, indeed, any mortal nor most immortals that walk the face of Golarion.

"Thank you for your good wishes, sir," Asmodia says evenly, she is not sure what response Abarco is looking for but that - could be something she would say if she was showing him that he'd hurt her, right, is that the right thing to say -

Asmodia's thoughts are touching upon the gardens of the goddess Erecura and her secret stay there.  Those thoughts cannot be read by the likes of Elias Abarco, nor, indeed, any mortal nor most immortals that walk the face of Golarion.

"Thank you for your good wishes, sir," Asmodia says evenly, she is not sure what response Abarco is looking for but that - could be something she would say if she was showing him that he'd hurt her, right, is that the right thing to say -