"Of course I'm not bad at it!" he preens, giving Shura a very smug smile. "My wife and I used to go dancing all the time, when—" When they both were alive, back in the past. It's something that still pains Strange to think about: his wife is dead. There's not much he can do now about that. Even if he brought her back to life, there wouldn't be much to work with. Over a hundred years...the body must have decayed. And what necromancy he's worked out involves an actual body.

Still, that is way too much information to dump on this random lady. Strange's words only hitch a moment in his throat before he continues talking, as if this is perfectly normal and not him utterly failing to deal with the fact that Arabella, his wife, isn't just dead but is pretty damn dead.

"—when she was alive."