...that's not Sadde's apartment. He's pretty certain his apartment should not have all those tables and a counter and—he's pretty certain his apartment shouldn't be a bar. He has perfect memory, he'd know. Which has several implications, but the most interesting one is "Cool there's a bar where my apartment used to be!" so he walks in, walking at human speed towards the bar. He takes a seat, just for appearances' sake, and then there's a napkin: "Welcome to Milliways! I'm the bar, I can take requests and I talk via napkin. Your first drink is free. Female pronouns, please." "...this is the coolest thing. Do you answer questions or just take orders?" "I can answer questions." And of course an entirely predictable string of those succeeds. This is probably the state one will find the oddly pale man for the next while.
"Uh, okay, that has some pretty awful implications and forms a terrible incentive structure."
"That's not even the worst part. Sometimes magical girls actively let witches grow and feed on people so their grief seeds can store enough despair. And there's a thing called a 'familiar' which is a shoot-off from a witch, it's less dangerous but still kills people except it doesn't drop a grief seed when it dies so some magical girls just leave them be."
"Yup. Pretty terrible deal, I should probably have spent a good while longer questioning the Kyubey."
"That depends on this magical fuzzy 'potential' magical girls have. Most girls don't run into their limits, but the more potential, the bigger the wish they can ask for."
"Oh. Um. I'm sorry, I sometimes ask very prying questions, I'm so sorry about that," she says, and makes herself very small.
"Anyway, I think I really dislike your kind of magic and I'm wondering if I can make you immortal in a not-lich way with venom."
"None that don't involve having to go to her world, which I'm thinking I might do anyway."
"Yes, that is a problem. Your world sounds like it needs immortal superpowered vampires less than hers, but."