"Just don't drown anyone on accident or get someone stuck in there for good," he says nonchalantly like he entirely endorse this horrible plan. He should use animals first and not people but who knows how quickly he'll seek to advance his magic.

He fingers the potato crisp in his fingers, weighing it as Strange speaks. He's not sure if it is still the intended potato crisp or not. Either way, he'll experimentally lick it for taste and quality. After all, magic like this didn't work if one couldn't return an object. Then again, it had been Tyki that pulled it and not Strange himself.

"I imagine you had a good while to yourself to figure it out," he comments without directly commenting on Ignatius's influence on Strange. He himself never wanted to talk about the Manor, not even now. He tilts his head at the example given and looks down at the mirrored chest of his. Scratching his chin in idle speculation, he nods along with that assessment, "That makes sense given how reflections can distort."