Strange shakes his head, before looking up at the stars. "A parting gift from Ignatius. I've no idea how to turn it off or dim it, so if I'm ruining any stargazing, simply tell me and I'll move elsewhere."

Thankfully, his entire head isn't on fire, just the tips of his hair. Thanks to Strange's curls, the effect is more like Christmas lights instead of a straight line of fire, but it's still noticeable enough to partly be annoying.

"I don't think I mind it," Strange continues, with a frown, "though I'm afraid this means I won't be able to wear hats again."