Her words were a flow of gracious and elegant thanks, and Stephen found himself smiling, sitting back in his chair, a glow under his heart that he thought might match hers for being pleased. It was, of course, what she had asked of him, but after their conversation, he liked to think that it meant more than that. She was a very nice lady, after all, and it pleased him to be able to help someone with their medical crisis once more.
Perhaps that made him a little incautious - there was no guarantee that there would not be more protections over the Lazarus Pit, ones that would make the place dangerous for anyone, including a master mage. But he still said graciously, "Of course, Ms Tate. Ensuring the validity of the phenomenon before offering it as a treatment for your father is only wise, and more so because it is magical in nature.
"I can make my schedule suit yours," he continued easily. "We will have to meet on the coast near Gotham city first, as the location is in a seacave on one of the Gotham islands, and is only accessible from the water." Or with considerable magical force, but Strange thought that it would be best to travel there by boat, and then magic their way into the cave once he had a better idea of where he was going and what they were facing.