"Yes, I supposed there is something about the mundane which keeps us humans rooted properly to the Earth." Victor had come from humble beginnings in a gypsy caravan outside of the city. Though his closest comrades now called Doomstadt home, there had been a time when the grandeur of his mansion was the farthest thing from their imagination. All they had wanted was freedom from the boot of an oppressor, the right to thrive. Now, they had all this and more, and Victor never wanted to lose that freedom ever again. "Magic and science are not mutually exclusive, in my mind. Each is simply a name for the rules binding all manner of phenomena. To create the car, someone had to understand thermodynamics and combustion and harness those forces within a metal body. The differences between our worlds are not so different, but there is certainly all manner of things each realm must take for granted." He gestured to her floating feet. "Things the other world might not."
He listened as she made a honest offer of aid and friendship to him. It was a marvel that someone like this was a ruler. He had mostly known those who ruled by force, himself included, and yet here was Clea, the very picture of generosity. "I suppose I would like to know more about the magic which is in my blood. My mother was quite good with the magical arts, and I've taught myself much from the books she left behind. She made the mistake of letting the dark arts consume her, and I made the mistake once of thinking I could save her from her fate. Still, her runes and incantations have a way of making me feel close to her." His mother had been the type of woman to own the power inside of herself. Where others did not dare to tread, his mother walked unabashedly. In this way, he had always felt a connection to her. "Perhaps you could aid me in this personal matter, as part of our new friendship."
He was curious to see how she would react to the request. After all, Stephen Strange had rejected similar entreaties in the past.