Syrlya tilts his head to look at the reflection with a crooked smirk. "This is my expertise, Strange."

Killing things (or at least winning against) that should feasibly be able to crush him with a pinky? That's familiar, and he's probably more confident about it than is healthy. But damn, he didn't finish dealing with Balthazar to worry about the Architects now.

"We are aware of the iron, but thank you."