[Not the reaction he expected, but then again...it's not entirely foreign, either. In 20th century America, if you tell people you're a sorcerer, they normally ignore you or commence with the fantasy-novel-based jokes. But there was a time he had to reassure everyone he met that he wasn't trying to steal souls or create floods or dominate the country.

He sighs, feeling old and tired, and possibly a bit hurt. His voice is calm, though, as he answers:]

I have no reason or desire to harm you in any way. If I'm that upsetting, I'll leave you be. But if you feel you're in danger where you are, you should leave and find a more populated area.