Idly, Strange rubs the band between his fingers, feeling the texture. Leather. That means cows. And he's certainly not going to do any magic involving cows in the middle of a fancy party. So, working with the cogs it is.

Placing the watch face up on his open hand, Strange mutters the incantation underneath his breath. For a moment, the watch stops, second hand hovering precariously in the middle of a rotation. And then, it starts to move backwards. Herbert's watch is still running, it's just that everything is running backwards, counting down the time instead of counting up it.

Strange looks far too smug about all this, despite the fact that he's frantically coming up with a counterspell in his mind. The man would want his watch to work again, after all.