"Oh yes, my American friend," she says, smiling impishly at you, keeping her gaze skyward. "It's an old magick, the old world and its mysteries, you know."
"Really?" You ask again, "Like what kind of magic? Card tricks? Sawing a woman in half?" You smirk at her, not really taking her seriously. You KNOW she's having some fun at your expense.
"Don't mock what you don't understand!" she snaps, obviously angered at your tone.
"Woah," you tell her, "Calm down...I-"
"No! You Americans are all alike, not believing in something unless you see it! Well, my skeptical friend, would you like to see the old world magick? Do you want to know its power? Do you want to experience this magick that you don't believe in?" She's clearly quite furious with you, and her eyes have a hint of what you would believe to be madness.
"Well?" she asks, advancing on you, getting into your face. "I asked you a question, and I demand an answer!"