There we go. She's not crying. Strange is going to consider this a victory. Strange gives Peridot a loopy smile of his own before slumping back down against her, practically cuddling up to dragon Peridot at this point...though he will vehemently deny any trace of cuddles when he's sober.

As such, some of the ale sloshes on him as well. Strange just kind of awkwardly blinks the alcohol out of his eyes (which isn't burning like it would most people. Thanks mirrors!) but doesn't react to the blunder either. That would involve moving and effort and honestly, he kinda doesn't want to do either of those right now.

"We'd have solved the problem already," Strange continues, in a matter of fact tone. "You'd use your magic Creation powers to build...build a large jail and I'd use my magic Creation powers to shove a Harbinger in the large jail. Steven and Childermass wouldn't be able to do anything against it."