Scrooge had saved the man's life by literal seconds - the mayor had fallen onto his backside and sat up to find Magica's clawed hand in front of his face, mere inches from his nose but still powerful enough to cause his own glasses to melt.

Still. Her currently yellow eyes slid over to Scrooge, listening but not making any promises. "SPEAK. NOW. QUICKLY."

Poe still had a grip on Magica's other arm, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could hold her back. While Poe was definitely the smarter of the two, there was no doubt was the one with more power.