Strange doesn't move. Although this time, it's more out of pure spite and pettiness over anything else. He looks over at Alucard, with a little frown, before turning his attention back to the fire.

"Then I shall deal with them when the moment comes." Though hmm. Alucard is here. He doesn't like the man, but he's at least competent enough to answer Strange's questions. "Though since you're hanging around, you might as well be of some use to me. All this darkness has thrown off my internal clock. How many days has the Long Night actually been so far?"