She studied him as he worked, right up until he made the knife appear and reappear and then her cigarette. She narrowed her eyes on him, knowing that trick from her own universe- though it was probably done differently where he came from.
"Anti-Christ? You know; son of Satan? The bringing of the End Times. Basically, the asshole born to literally bring about the end of the world." Nyx would find himself compelled to let go of the cigarette, a compulsion that was difficult to control, as Madison reached out and it flew back into her hand.
"Soldier, figures. Explains the knife collection." She was betting o that or assassin. At least he wasn't a witch hunter. She took a drag of the cigarette then snaped it out, the thing disappearing in her hand as she looked around. She wasn't going to play games with him like this, though breakfast was smelling good.
"Not the strangest story I've heard in this place, either." She leaned forward on the kitchen counter, watching him. He knew magic. She should've guessed.