And yet her continues to be thoroughly unimpressed with Strange and all his boxes. Even the threat earns nothing more than the changeling's scorn and he lets out a snort, as a sharp, amused sound. 'Stewart's Evocation of Unmaking' indeed.

"And then what? Try again?"

Go through changelings until he runs out? Inevitably bring the ire of the Rose Queen down on him for destroying her property? Well, he might enjoy that last part, right up until the entire dying thing. Strange won't get very far, anyway, since one second, there's no one already at those same boxes and, the next, there is. It's a quick hop, simple enough to do, summoning up the shadows around him back where he stood and flickering across the floor to pop up again over there, now leaning lazily against the stack of boxes with the mage's books.

"Well? Go on," he prompts. "Evoke at me."