If Strange wanted to do something for him, he would go and let him rest, but that idea was dismissed before he even asked. For anything else, it seems too outlandish to ask.

"And here I thought you weren't going to spy on me," he says dryly, as even his unexpected stay in the Matrix couldn't quite strip him of his sarcasm. Though that he looked at all is almost heart-warming, even if he is glad he never found him. The last thing he needed was to lure anyone else to the agents.

Well, if Strange isn't leaving, he may as well adjust how he's propping himself up to something a little more comfortable before answering.

"I wouldn't be able to tell you," he admits. "I never saw where I was taken. I suppose wherever it was, they might have had it warded. Either that or it doesn't count enough as anywhere to be searched."

Because where does the Matrix exist? Is it a part of Earth? Heaven? Hell? Faerie? How do you search somewhere like that?