Max you've met a woman with self-image issues, will you be waiting for an answer to 'is anyone gonna give her validation?' yes or not.

She shakes his hand and says he can call her Nyx before following him into the larder. There's a brief moment of shock, but her nostrils flare, and the new arrival carefully paces through, hands in her pockets, sniffing, head tilting this way and that. She shoots Max a glance a few times, sniffs again...

"...You own this," she says at last. "Like. Ontologically. Tell me you're not a wizard, you're gonna break my heart if you're a fuckass wizard."