"And you're not drunk enough," Strange retorts as he sets his glass back down on the table with exaggerated care. He gives Childermass a wild, slightly sloppy grin as he continues to talk.

"I won't let myself get cursed. Honestly, none of you have any faith in me! I have—" whoa, the room's spinning a little, Strange firmly plants his elbows on the table as if that will make everything stop tilting "—I have fought in the peninsula, you know. And I was a damn good asset if I say so myself!"

Watch in amazement as Strange deploys some quality drunk logic. This line of thought makes sense in his head, okay.