He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"I have better things to do with my time. I'm not powerful enough to easily prove I can do really real magic and not some kind of trick, people can be amazingly skeptical when they don't know. And I wouldn't see the point if I could, what would I get out of it?"
"How should I know what your definition of good tea is? You're a demon. An American demon. From another universe. Maybe in your world they make tea out of grass and goat shit."
"Light candles, not very reliably. Other odds and ends. I haven't studied a lot of spells; I haven't found many that seem worth the trouble. Who wants to be able to turn themselves into a rat?"
"And honestly, I'd rather not learn how to turn myself into a rat even if someday I might be in a situation where every other option looked worse. There have got to be better last resorts than that."
"Admittedly no. But I'd know where to find one if I thought I was gonna need it. More or less."
"I'm more prepared for nasty surprises than most people. I don't think it's possible to be prepared for all the nasty surprises this world has to offer."
"How well do you think my indestructibility will hold up against local magic and demons and such?" wonders Cam.
"Okay. I'm not even actually invulnerable, just indestructible, this is occasionally inconvenient," sighs Cam.
"And before that I was murdered at age twenty-two," says Cam, equally dry, "it was tons of fun."