The wind enters through his mouth and Strange takes a breath. He feels something dislodge in the back of his throat and knows that he can speak again. And so, he's going to take advantage of that: there's unchecked loathing in his voice as he glares in the Gentleman's direction.

"So you can trap Sabriel in your realm like you did Lady Pole? Like my wife? I can answer for the Lady of the Winter Court, those terms are not acceptable."

He's not going to let this fiend take anything of Sabriel's.