Huh, god of commerce, fancy that. If you have to be a theocracy... Is Carissa still awake.

Yep.

"I want to line the shuttle, and my skull, and perhaps a hat or something for you, with lead."

"Lead makes people stupider if you don't have a cleric on hand to cast Restoration about it."

"Ooh, you have magic that fixes lead poisoning? Yeah, I wasn't going to have it loose in a form you might accidentally eat."

"Mmm. Then - oh, as anti-scrying. Yeah, that's a good idea. You can line the shuttle and your skull with lead."

"- done, thanks. You don't want a hat?"

"I'm in the shuttle right now. I"ll think about it before we land."

"'Kay. Do you want a comfier bed."

Is that flirting.

"'m used to this."

"Suit yourself. Can I caffeinate myself if I get tired?"

"What does that entail."

"Caffeine, it's in coffee and tea, I can apply it directly to my blood if you are concerned about the effects of letting me make mugs and mochas."

"You can make a ceramic cup and make liquid up to the volume of the cup that is safe for humans to drink at the temperature you make it at."

"Thanks." He makes coffee and goes on reading and sending letters to various apsels.

Eventually she falls asleep.

Sleeps for two hours, wakes up and prestidigitates herself clean and presentable, prepares spells. 

"Okay, want to test your force damage immunity?"

"On my wing, and if you will let me replace the wing if I wind up with an injury that doesn't heal normally-for-me."

"If the wing is injured and you need to replace it you can replace it with an identical one."

He sticks his right wing out.

"Gonna try a very small force effect that wouldn't even kill a random civilian if they got medical care promptly. If that's fine I'll try a bigger one."

And she casts Magic Missile and sends only one dart at his wing.

"Ow," says Cam. He has a slight discoloration on his wing that heals almost instantly. "Yeah, I seem to be immune to force damage, do you want me to go read your orders?"

"Sure."

"The atmosphere is pretty thin up here, normally I'd make some air to prevent that from inconveniencing you when I opened the door."

In the worlds where he's hostile all these questions are a way of getting her to get in the habit of agreeing to things he says, and then not paying enough attention to catch it, when she hands him too much power. Which he says she'd already done, but he would say that, wouldn't he. She gave him items with immunity to mindreading and truth spells...

"You can make air identical to the air we have in Cheliax, if you want to do that."

"Cool." He opens the door; there's a bit of a breeze, he closes it behind him and flaps away. He makes the orders when he's got a fair distance off from the shuttle.