"Well, small stuff, like, maybe take a couple of seconds of memory."

"… That sounds like it might be okay but if you're using one of those things you invite into your head to mess with my head, that sounds… not so safe."

"No, you don't need to summon anything for that, just burn some herbs."

"Um. Okay. Can we maybe test a small physical injury thing first since it might be that I just block some stuff outright and we can tell that by giving me a papercut or something first? Or… is that not a good idea?"

"It's harder to cause direct, small damage with magic. You usually use magic on tools for that."

"Okay. Magic memory removal thing it is then, I guess?"

"Okay!" She reaches into her backpack for herbs.

Sadde has given up on protecting Willow from herself.

Theo will stand here a little awkwardly, totally looking forward to having bits of his memory removed!

At least it's only like two seconds.

Willow gets the herbs, ties them together, and—

"Do you have anything to burn it with? Like a lighter or a match?"

"Uh, yeah, we've got matches downstairs – I'll go get them?"

"Please."

So he does as such! He returns shortly with a box of matches and offers them to Willow.

She lights them—

—and then they're not lit anymore and she's looking at him expectantly.

"Okay, yeah, I only remember you lighting the herbs. That seems… like a 'no' to the magical resistance."

"Physical, now. Let's see, do you work out at all?"

"A little bit? At least, I used to, haven't got back to doing it here yet."

"Okay, do you remember how much you used to lift in what exercises?"

"Uhhh I think so?" he says, then proceeds to give some figures.

They're not ridiculous or anything, but they're on the high end of what he should in theory be able to lift, if Sadde knows this sort of thing.

Sadde does in fact know this sort of thing. "Okay, that's perfectly explainable by you being on the high end of the bell curve but honestly it's too much of a coincidence."

"Well, it's nice to know that I have, like, upper-human-level physical… things." He shrugs. "It'd be nice to have more than that – I don't know what demons typically get – but oh well."

"There's no 'typical,' calling them all 'demons' is like calling everything on Earth 'earthlings,' it's descriptively true but doesn't tell you anything about them."

He shrugs and then frowns a bit.

"The weird fluidity and grace thing... Well you're pretty good at sports, it probably has something to do with reflexes."

"Yeah," he says. "Um, hey, Willow," he squints a bit. "For that spell thing – did you say something in Latin?"