How is she supposed to respond to this? Shura’s never actually been on the receiving end of a confession, let alone a confession from a batty magician who’s still struggling with mourning his late wife. This isn’t how she anticipated this evening going at all, and she really needs to be a lot drunker. Then she could pretend it was just a joke and that Strange wasn’t proposing that they shack up.

Red faced and unable to come up with another counter, Shura looks away. This was...

“You’re incorrigible,” she finally mutters, her hand lingering on Strange’s for a half-second longer before she withdraws it. Meanwhile, Shishi stirs, smelling the plate of fried something or other that’s coming their way.