"Wyngarde. A pleasure to see the rumors of your death have been so greatly excaggerated."
As Magneto nods politely, the frying pan flies into his grip, where he holds it nonchalantly.
"Attempting to brandish a metal weapon against me? Victor, I thought you were smarter than that."
His body lights up with the electric blue glow of his magnetic field, and his face slowly twists into a scowl.
"Your knowledge of the LAMBDA base on your world would be useless here. We are in the midst of a dimensional convergence, you fool; parallel universes are intersecting here, alternate timelines crossing into each other. I don't doubt your intimate familiarity with the place you were incarcerated, but here, all the rules could change. For all we know, the organization might not even exist here, and this entire mission could be a waste of time."
Erik slowly, deliberately, sets the frying pan back down, his body still glowing with energy.
"If the base does exist, and it is as you remember, I will happily admit my mistake. But the only way we are going to find out the truth is with a reconnaissance mission. And the only one who knows where the base is located is you. So, you can cooperate and get the collar removed...or I can restrain you, have Psylocke get the location from your mind, and toss you back into the gravity-nullification field, still collared. Your actions determine your fate."