She spared the little creature a glance now, quiet amusement gracing those too-pretty features. She was the picture of grace and youth, but she wasn't so young as one might suppose. It didn't keep her from being most of those things he associated with youth, however. Accalia made no threatening gestures, gave no indication she wished him any harm. On the contrary, she seemed quite at ease to merely observe.
His discomfort was fairly evident even without the instinctive magical reaction, but that was a thing she was well accustomed to.
"I assure you, it is perfectly unintentional," she purred, which wasn't quite so reassuring as she might have meant it to be. There was little Accalia could do. She truly could not help herself. "I can heighten the things you are feeling, but I for whatever purpose, I cannot stop them. But you are enough like me that it ought to pose no real threat..." A smile, exquisitely predatory, flickered over soft coral lips before she continued.
"Are you going to say hello to me? You are being very impolite."