"Stephen Strange," he replied, leaving out both doctor and Sorcerer Supreme for politeness and because, truly, he imagined that the dabbler wouldn't care.
Strange proceeded into the House proper, the red Cloak moving around him as if stirred by some wind from the ether. The doors loomed around them like a dark mystery, but Stephen's patience had grown thin over the course of his time here. He didn't want to sit and postulate anymore. It was time for action.
He chose a door to the left of him and opened it with a sharp twitch of his hand. The dimensional energy seeped out of it, he could see it so plainly even with his Supernal Sight only barely cracked.
"Well, Constantine," he turned around to face John and gave him a nod and a wry smile. "Onward, into the breach."