Strange can't help but wrinkle his nose at that. Power? He could see some people caring about power, and he knows that if certain people from his world gained magic, then of course they'd use it to try and get what they want. But magic to gain power? At least, magic to gain power that wasn't the knowledge of magic itself? That's a bit confusing. What good had power ever done him? All the power on Earth couldn't have saved Arabella from being kidnapped—only his magic could do that. Only knowledge could help her now. And manipulating people? At least in Strange's mind, that's something that just isn't done. Or, at the very least, it just isn't done by him.

"I suppose it doesn't," he adds, in almost a nonchalant tone of voice. All throughout the conversation, Strange had been holding the book, keeping it close to his body as if the book would vanish straight from his hands: this doesn't change now, even though the conversation is shifting slightly. "After all, respectability, power over others, neither of those really matters in the carnival, do they?"

Which is a little bit refreshing, to be honest. Even the supervisors were practically under the same playing field as the rest of the carnival's workers.