Things were beginning to escalate, and she already had one young man under her thumb. The time for pleasantries were over.
Reaching out, Strange placed the first two fingers from his right hand over the young man's eyes. The college student went limp and fell over onto the floor- sound asleep.
His cane was in his hand, as he wheeled on the Succubus- his expression lacking any mirth.
"Most nights, I do not concern myself with bottom feeders such as yourself, but on Halloween I make an exception." he said nonchalantly, apparently uncaring as party-goers began to congregate around the young man lying on the floor. A strange light seemed to shimmer around Stange's neck, revealing a distinctive gold amulet of a closed eye. "I am Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme. And I am asking you to leave." His eyes began to shimmer, as did his walking stick. "I will not ask again."