He smiled, a feral, almost predatory smile, before leaning forward. "Fine. Here is the information I offer. I am from another world, one where we don't have magic, but have managed to create something that can make a similar result to magic. The Queen knows this, I told her why I was considered a legendary warrior back home. What I doubt she caught, however, is how damn evil, vicious, and down right HATEFUL we can be. We have weapons that don't kill, but maim, rendering a limb unusable, a bleeding wreck of a mess. And I can rebuild those weapons here, with only basic tools. Weapons that don't use or even react to magic. All your defenses, all your glamours, all your charms mean NOTHING to me and my people, who can kill you at a day's walk when magically empowered. When I can, using a bit of metal, a few basic chemicals, and a bit of understanding of how things work outside of magic, can kill you from across a room with a lever small than your smallest finger. I might very damn well be the most dangerous thing to walk this planet, and I will have that weapon back, because with that weapon, I feel... comfortable."