There's a moment of silence as Syrlya looks sideways at Strange...and then shuffles a couple steps away when he sees Strange playing with fire. He might have a safety met, but he doesn't really want to test it.

Still, what he says makes him stop and consider what Strange is actually saying. It's not like he forgot the early part of their relationship, but...

"Well, I can tell you that only focusing on magic or distracting him with failed spa treatments won't find it," he huffs.

His tone falls a little lower, though, as he continues. "Those things aren't stories, Strange. They're my life. I didn't fall off the tree yesterday, yet you act like nothing I have told you means anything to my experience!"

He gestures with a finger from behind his shield. "As soon as it doesn't suit your feelings on the matter you completely disregard it!"