Indeed, Strange hasn't touched the drink. The idle conversation leading into not so idle threats have caused Strange to lose his appetite. After all, there's nothing to kill the mood like a bitter argument. Though, if Tyki won't tell him the information, then he'll simply have to find it out himself.

Somehow. Assuming he even remembers that damn inference in the first place.

"Rest assured, Mister Mykk," Strange continues, raising his glass in a mock toast—though he still doesn't let the drink touch his lips. "I shall try my hardest to remember. Best of luck serving everyone. I hope we aren't too much trouble."