"That...was...a while," Strange said and didn't really make it to the word 'ago' as he lowered his hands down to his sides. It was best not to make any sudden motions, even if the weapon wasn't pointed at him.
The portal was still open behind him, a slowly spinning shower of sparks which wreathed around the image of a creepy old home. He felt a little lucky that he resembled less of the Asgardian trickster sorcerer, and more of a Tibetan Party Magician. "I'm just leaving that open. In case of...Hellraiser style target practice? Hopefully that's not on the agenda."
After an awkward pause, Stephen arched an eyebrow while staring at the blood dripping off the arrow.