Strange still holds his ground, looking over Tyki as the man steps closer. Tyki's words linger in his mind, the threat of failure hangs over his head, as Strange continues to try and come up with a solution. Tyki's acting so odd, so callous, so unlike the Tyki Mykk he knew. And yet, the utter cruelty of Tyki's words can't help but remind Strange of someone, of...himself? No, that doesn't make sense, it's of himself in Portland, his actions when he was enchanted by Nightshade wait a friggen moment.

A memory flits to the surface, of dispelling an enchantment. He doesn't know if Tyki's enchanted or who might have even enchanted Tyki to begin with but fuck it, it's worth a shot. With a small smug smile that hides the fact that he doesn't have a goddamn clue what he's doing, Strange continues. "Well, Mister Mykk, you'd love to see me try again? Perhaps it shall happen now."

He's muttering something almost inaudible as Strange further closes the gap between them, like he's going to whisper a secret into Tyki's ear or go for an embrace. However, instead of either of those, Strange leans in to give Tyki a quick kiss on the cheek.

Unfortunately, the power nerf is a thing. And Strange's devil-may-care attitude doesn't change the fact that breaking the enchantment on the bicorn was a freak accident. Absolutely nothing happens except hey, congrats Tyki, you just got kissed. And, as Strange backs up, he realizes absolutely nothing happened.

"Damn."