"A test?" comes a very low toned response. "You were using me for one of your foolish experiments? Now, now, Mister Strange. That's rather ill advised."

His head turns away from him towards a particular woman in the crowd and then over towards others that Strange knows, "Oh, I saw your 'experience' earlier. She's rather beautiful. Whoever she is to you." To which he means Arabelle. Were he in his right mind she would be someone he might want to dance with. Right now everyone was essentially prey and fodder. Thankfully she wasn't part of the disgusting carnival.

"Experience means nothing if it is still foul."