Bemused: “A bit of one, yes. There might be limits to how far we push your diplomatic role.”

Strange takes a sip of his wine; then winces a little, realising how lukewarm it’s gotten in the summer sun, and he glances down at the cup. Like a warm beer after too many hours out on someone’s yacht, but without a convenient ice-filled cooler anywhere nearby. It sparks an offhand thought: “How are you with ice magic?”