"We have a history," Strange says, with a wry little smile. "And silence has never been my strongest suit. I suspect he honestly thought shutting me up was a gift."

He looks over at Molly, watching her for a moment. If the other fairy will be gone before he knows it, what about this one? What about this woman who breathes out frost with every word and who shines in a way that, oddly enough, makes him want to dance and forget? Will she be gone as well?

"You should appoint a representative." Which he knows doesn't make sense, so Strange scrunches his face up in confusion before continuing. "I don't feel comfortable letting this favor hang. You might leave and we might never see each other again. You should appoint a representative so that if you leave, they can fill the debt in your place—that is, if you want to, my lady."

Because Strange realizes that he's bossing around a supremely powerful fairy right as he finishes bossing around said supremely powerful fairy.