"I was hoping what rational thought you usually don't present out in the open would be used in this case. Still, I wanted to warn you." It's good to know that in intense moments Strange might actually think even if he had no tact.

He has to think considering the word ravenous was almost too perfect of a word. His fingers curl upwards until the magic starts to drift away from his full arm and towards his hand. It isolates itself to his palm where it rises off his skin. Strange may notice the way it changes color to a dark and inky purple instead of that bright intense light he saw moments ago. Even his skin is wrapped a very thin layer of of the same color with tendrils that look similar to his tentacles snaking up his arm. It's a perfect sphere floating above with gentle light cascading off of it, "If I contain it, sort of."