"The problem here, Mister Mykk, is that you are just as much a human as I am. I wonder...in a battle of magic, which one of us will collapse first?"

Strange hates this. He hates the fact that he can say such callous things so flippantly and he hates the fact that he already has plans brewing in his mind to incapacitate Tyki if needed: shove him through a mirror, choke him with the wine, turn into smoke, fill the man's nostrils and lungs. He doesn't know how long a person can go without air but he can't be that long.

He feels a little part of himself just recoil in horror at those thoughts. But, at least in his mind, Arabella is in a clear danger and he'll simply do anything to save her. Damn propriety and damn any sort of gentlemanly virtues.