He takes his glass, giving the red a moment even as he subtly sniffed it. There's something to the depth of it that makes him sigh. Italian wines were nothing like those he got elsewhere.

He considers the other man for a moment, taking a chance. "And you remember back that far to forty? I would think that would be like me remembering when I was two," he says, his research making it clear the man who sat before him likely had found some kind of fountain of youth and the Philosopher's stone as well.

"I had found one for a few years but it might sound unrealistic but now I want it back, the ability to practice any magic I want and to save myself and the others. Everything I looked into said that maybe you were the one that could help."