He's unnerved because this foul carnival worker had the nerve to put his disgusting lips on his cheek. That anger is building and there is barely anything he can do about it. Strange was lucky he was no where near the balcony right now because he might've gone over it even if for just a second. He has the advantage of being somewhat revealed by the ballroom. Tyki couldn't be as open as he wanted to be. He wasn't allowed to kill.

He dumps that napkin back on the tray like it was trash and his fingers flatly press against it to avoid hitting him with it. Malice is rising and every moment longer he looks at Strange the more he remembers the reasons why he was better off on this side of the playing field, "Just what were you trying to achieve by doing something so disgusting?"