[@Burning Kitty]

The female noticed him, yet she chose not to react. Magnus could sense her intentions and emotions fairly easily, despite the facade of her armor. Mind-reading her directly wasn't beyond his current abilities, yet he chose not to make such a potentially dangerous intrusion upon such a simple creature's mind. Her choice to pretend was interesting, and likely wise, had he been any ordinary forest monster, and he admired her minor display of self control. 

Two other humans soon showed up, taking flanking positions with their ranged weapons. Magnus decided that they were likely no actual threat to him and so ignored them. Distrust, organization, it was pretty standard human behavior. Magnus felt an inexplicable distain for their species well up inside him. Had he ever once truly been part of them? Had he loved them once as his former maker did? Such was unbelieveable. He considered his intentions for this human species now. They were far from his Thousand Sons, yet maybe he could use them, allow them to worship him, or perhaps grow to appreciate them and adopt them? ... The future would not reveal itself to him despite his wishes. 

As Nicole backed off, taking her supplies, Magnus glared at her with his single eye and replied with hardly veiled disgust, "No. That is NOT my 'home.'" Frankly, he was insulted. He was more intelligent than these creatures could POSSIBLY imagine, and yet they dared ascribe him to living under a rock in the woods somewhere. It took a small effort of will for him not to engulf the mortal in a pillar of fire. Still, her reaction indicated that she had no prior knowledge of him, and so it was probably safe to start a conversation. "I am..." Magnus considered. "...The Red King. Identify yourself to me, and explain what you are doing here." Perhaps giving away his name so soon might draw specific attention, so he chose not to. His language was the same as hers, although he didn't share her accent.