Strange is feeding off of Shura's annoyance in that shithead younger sibling sort of way. He's just smiiiiling as she scowls. In a deceptively innocent tone, Strange continues talking.

"I thought taking your hand would be the simplest way to do this. Do you want me to push you instead?"

Alistair continues to hang out near Aconite. She's a friend, he likes his friend, he wants to be by her! He also totally hasn't figured out that she can't see at the moment, as he scoots a little closer to lightly butt his head against Aconite's. Is this wrestling? He thinks this might be wrestling.