[He's claiming not to be a magus, but surely this armour is something magical. He seems entranced by it--so much so that he actually hears what the other is saying clearly, this time. A gift...

Ah... how wonderful.]

You have been blessed by your gods, then. That's what this is. How... [The prideful part of him wants to be offended--a gift from a god outside his own pantheon, ew, but. To protect him from harm, what a mighty gift it is.] ...Intriguing. And you can remove it merely by thinking about it?

[His grip on Karna's arm isn't tight, but it's firm. A free hand moving now to drag down the inside of that arm, resting just above the area where the armour still remained, flicking that golden gaze back up at him.]

I will not harm you, I swear upon Ra, the greatest of my gods.