"Oh, there's plenty else." That playful quirk to her eyebrow is surprisingly delightful, Strange decides, and decides in the same moment that he'll do what he can to keep that expression on Wanda's face. It's a far better sight than her looking sheepish and crestfallen.

And the truth is, he's nosy about everything. He always wants answers, in every realm of his life where it's possible. The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper. He's been grilling her about her magic, her powers, her capabilities, and there's whole ruined craters which he knows he doesn't want to touch yet (Vision, Westview, Pietro, Sokovia—), and so he settles for something innocuous and innocent and personal. Something about her as a person, rather than an instrument of ineffable power.

"Is your favourite colour red?" he asks, with a cock of his own eyebrow.