Strange smiled and bowed his head at Druid's pleading. Arrogance wasn't going to help anybody, after all; the good doctor knew that very well. "You ask a question, don't you?" he encouraged, "Or, more precisely, make a request."
The party's host turned his attention on the young girl then, smiling again in a particularly paternal way, and said, "Ms. Wicked, I believe you'll be able to explain this very well. It is my understanding that you're not under any impression that you're a magician; you couldn't levitate Billy's juice, for example, if I asked you to. Not unless you requested one of your friends to do it for you, correct?"