Asmodia finishes her plate, puts it away, and approaches the possible protagonist of a frantically god-constructed romance novel.
"Keltham," says the love interest entirely uninterested in love, "is this a good time for us to go off and have a private conversation about why you thought I'd have superpowers?"
(Also nobody has briefed Asmodia that Meritxell was running seduction on Keltham and should be left undisturbed.)