"Clever cat," Nova says. He's not condescending about it. Even without knowing that Salem is a familiar, Nova thinks that Salem is the type of creature who'd naturally demand respect. "I'm pretty sure if your Dark Lord was here, he'd be just as trapped as the rest of us." He's pretty sure that solstice party he went to was thrown by an actual god, which doesn't speak well of any exceptions this place might make.

Bending down, Nova holds out a hand for Salem to sniff. The blackened skin is nearly to his wrist now and he wonders if Sabrina's noticed it growing. Not that there's much he can do about it except deflect when asked.