[ And now we reach a new problem: Strange attempting to explain his magic. He frowns slightly, thinking as he tries to piece the words together. ]

Admittedly, I don't really know what spell I broke specifically. But I do know your magic. I can see and sense these things and, considering that we live together, I've had plenty of experience seeing your magic at work. It's like...if someone hands you a sweater. You don't have to know how it was knitted but tug on enough strings or snip the right thread and the thing unravels.

[ Does that make sense? Strange is frowning, a quizzical expression on his face like he's not entirely sure what to think of the whole explanation. ]