"He's fun," to mess with. The poor boy was out of his league here and just as full of himself as Strange was.

Tyki's eyes lift towards Strange's hair and the way it sits there at the tips. Yeah, he can see how that might be a problem to some especially with the way things liked to be most flammable, "Even if he does mind, we might get a kick out of it anyways. I sort of imposed on him anyways, one more won't hurt. And if we must sleep back to back to avoid you lighting anything on fire, then so be it."