Despite himself, there are so many questions suddenly welling up on the tip of his tongue and he's hard-pressed to bite them all back, a cavalcade in the back of his throat. What do my thoughts sound like? Am I just as insufferable when you cut right to the quick? What have I been thinking of? Nothing embarrassing, I hope. Sometimes Beyonce gets stuck in my head and it's all Wong's fault, I'm afraid.

Or, magician party tricks. I'm thinking of a particular card from the deck. Which card is it?

Or, Please don't dig too deep.

Pointless stuff. Wanda knows it already, and he should be above it all, and the topic deserves a little more care than Strange's usual levity. So instead, "Hm," is all he says at first, while taking another deep swig of his mai tai. Then: "I appreciate it. I'm the worst person when it comes to wanting to open every locked door in my periphery, but so I— well, I appreciate you trying. And for what it's worth, although I don't have any telepathic shortcuts, the same goes for you. You don't have to answer anything you don't want to tell me. Feel free to tell me to shut up if my questions ever become too much like a cross-examination. Your stay at the Sanctum is contingent on none of it. I'm just nosy."