"Have you never conjured veilfire before?" he asks, brow raised. A magical flame that never went out even when set in water and allowed him to see more than was clearly there. Not that it'd surprise him if Strange had never done it before, the man knew magic, but had only so many years of life he's lived. He'd never truly experience it.

But he'll lead. For now. He doesn't even glance at Strange as he steps forward with confidence as if he's traversing a familiar path.