It’s evidence that he’s perfectly hotheaded and easily bored, so of course Shura’s going to whip it out as necessary.

However, Strange will gain the upper hand with his teasing. He uses that d-word right as Shura takes a drink, and she chokes on the ale, not quite spitting it out, but there is the smallest dribble down her chin. She can’t think of anyone who’s described doing anything with her as domestic before. She can think of a couple people from the war who would question whether or not she was actually a domesticated creature to begin with.

“You—you windbag!” A quick moment to stall as she wipes off her face with the back of her hand. “Jeez, don’t say that kind of crap. Someone might think you’re being serious.”

Probably someone like Billie, who would tease Shura endlessly, regardless of how serious Strange was.