Strange watches as Ignatius throws ash in his direction, trying to spot as many details or as many aspects of the magic as he can. But it's just a second later that Strange is clothed. He looks down at himself, examining his outfit and the cape as best he can.

"A soldier's outfit? A fitting choice. After all, I fought in the peninsula." Wait, there's no way Ignatius would know what that means. "I was at war," Strange quickly clarifies.

As he finishes examining his outfit, he looks back up to Ignatius. And really, there's not much else here to look at, magic-wise (at least, not at the moment.) As Strange turns his third eye off, the flames around his burn scars snuff out. He looks down at his hand, pleasantly pleased for a moment.

"Is that what I'm to be for you?"