"I'd offer to take you back to my place for tea, but that's a monumentally bad idea," he said with a smirk. "If Nick can't cover for you, tell him you'll be late. I can have you there in an hour or two."
Even if she was caught up in the strangeness of Stephen Strange, he hated keeping her from doing her job. It was what she lived and breathed for. It was why he was drawn to her, because her work ethic matched his own, even if their personal reasons for doing things had been so far apart.
Someone walked by and gave him a hard stare. He stared back in much the same manner, before sternly telling them, "Comic con."
He was rewarded with a snidely spoken, "Get a job, ya friggin' geek!"