"Oh? That's a pity. They must have run out of seaside views. They ran out of the Himalayan mountain views, too. I know, that's what I requested."
It was difficult to tell with Strange whether he was joking or being serious. Sometimes he wasn't even sure himself. Especially when his expression remained so clinical while he spoke. His bedside manner was reverting back to his younger years the longer he remained in captivity.
Strange stepped further into the doorway, not into the man's room. He would presume to intrude so far upon another man's madness. But he did pose his entire figure in view. Just so the man could see he didn't have three heads and octopus tentacles.
The amulet caught his attention. Strange had a keen eye for such things. His Eye of Agamotto had a similar sheen.