Perhaps Marcus was used to people cowering when he yelled. He was a big enough man to intimidate, obviously. But Prasad didn’t cower. Not even for a man that was supposedly his master. He held up both hands in a mocking “I surrender” sort of gesture, giving an exasperated sort of laugh as he did so. If nothing else, his Master’s rages were certainly entertaining to watch and there were plenty of opportunities to send him into fits of anger in such close quarters. This just happened to be the rare occasion where it wasn’t actually his fault. For once.
“Not my spell, not my problem,” he said slowly, with a tone of extreme patience as though Marcus were a small child who was having trouble understanding him. There were a lot of things Prasad could do. He could make people see things, he could bend reality (temporarily of course, wouldn’t do to go changing general physics for good just to make one person happy), he could even conjure small items, even ones people thought long lost. But alter a spell that wasn’t his own making? That was beyond his ability. And if the lizard on the floor was apparently a “she” who had, presumably, not been an iguana before he’d entered the room, then it was clearly a spell.
“I’ll tell you what though, Master,” he said, his voice dripping sarcasm. “Please, let me assist you in whatever way I can. I’m nothing if not a slave to your needs.” He snapped his fingers with his best “eat shit and die” grin firmly in place. A large aquarium, though perhaps not really large enough for a fully grown iguana to be completely comfortable, appeared along one wall. Smirking, Prasad turned his back on Marcus and pulled open the fridge, rummaging around without a care in the world.