"That being the case, I'd like to think that there is an unspoken code of honor between wizards that if any such said possessions were uncovered that they wouldn't be kept by their finder simply because they were shiny."
But the Eye of Agamotto was far from just shiny. It was spectacular in its brilliance. And in the hands of the wrong person (or creature, as the case may be) it could be a weapon of unimaginable power. Given that scenario, it would seem that Doctor Strange should be more worried, but he was still tapering on his medications and partly under the delusion that he and the Eye held a certain magical bound to each other. And that they would eventually be reunited like two star-crossed lovers.
"She sounds like a lovely lady. Next time she's in time, we should all do tea."
Strange scratched the side of his goatee, flattening down a few unruly hairs. What he wouldn't do for a straight razor in this facility.
"Well, then it goes without saying ... If you see it ..."
Strange trailed off because it seemed silly to finish that statement.