"Mm," he said, nodding to her comment about the present. To his eyes, the place was a combination of quaint, ancient technology and innocent luxury. There were bits of violence here - the woman beside him was steeped in some of it - but overall, the City was a safe place. By rights, it shouldn't have been. A metropolis this size typically cannibalized itself, if only a little. It didn't seem to be the case, here.
Baba Yaga's perspective on champions was an interesting one. First among the needs of a champion was a goal or person or place to champion. There seemed not to be such a thing for him here, though that wasn't the case for others. This ancient creature beside him was a champion of her own pleasure, and she'd stated as much. It saddened him. He stopped on the sidewalk and looked fully into her eyes. She could be so much more than what she'd chosen. She had the power. She had the strength. And yet, she chose differently.
"I will enjoy spending time here, for as long as I am allowed it. This is..." He looked around himself, then back at her, and smiled. "Something of an oasis." And he smiled again, that quiet smile that asked for nothing. As he walked again, he thought about her comments regarding tyrants. He knew his path, and hated that he would have to become exactly that... But now that path was erased, at least for now, and the delight of this reality was nearly too bright to endure.
A particular building caught his attention. The sign named it an apartment complex. He dropped his hand into the strange pocket on his right side, and withdrew a key. The unit number was on the third floor. "This is my stop," he said, kindly. "Red, it was a pleasure to meet you."