No one had ever assessed Salem's aura before. At least, not in any way that wasn't overly flattering and purely intended to get into his wallet and/or pants. It was usually effective. This version was definitely the worse one. He frowned, ears turning back in displeasure at that wiggling that was supposed to emulate his spiritual essence, and tried to rationalize, "Maybe because I don't have my magic." If he did, surely his aura would be impeccable. "Is that a dragon thing, you can see auras?"