There is a look of skepticism that marches across his face. It stays there and Stephen crosses his arms over his chest. It isn’t uncommon, people come to him because of his past life. While his primary responsibility is to protect New York and the world from magical threats, he’s still a doctor a heart. Even if he doesn’t get a chance to practice as much as he would like. “What kind of condition are we talking about? A physical ailment? Or something more, mystic?”

            _{“A fair bit of both really,” he said, making his way forward. “This… condition of mine can’t be helped with simple machinery. Maybe if I had technology that could rival Stark, I may be able to make something, but that would require a team.” Funds were not the matter, but crafting what he had in mind to an actual physical item ( that actually worked ) was the problem he had.} 

            _{“However, if we’re being blunt,” his lips pursed into a thin-line for a few moments, “I don’t even know if you can help me with… this.” Or maybe Ky just didn’t put too much faith in the man.  Either way, he was willing to try this route… it was the only option he had left. “Or if you’re even willing to attempt it.”}