Asmodia's thoughts are flickering between presence and absence in a strange way, as if she is with vast and augmented self-discipline quashing some deadly thought over and over again, fast enough that it never manifests at all.
Her visible thoughts include that she might not want to spend her life as the next Most High's advisor, that she'd rather teach and be rewarded as greatly, or rather rewarded more since the gains to divide would be higher, and that Asmodia does think this ought to be teachable though you might have to start with mathematical talent far above average for a priest of Asmodeus.
It does not take more than an instant for Aspexia Rugatonn to master herself. "Speak on," she says, sounding emotionless in lieu of many possible emotions.