Strange nods. Wordlessly, he unbuttons the top button of his shirt, so that he can better pull out his vial necklace: it's less than halfway full. He's not saying 'yep, I totally died' but it's fairly obvious that he did totally die.

"You seemed relatively calm during all that. That's good. When I tried the magic on something with a strong emotional pull behind it, it threw me for a loop."

He's trying to make this neutral and focus on the magic mostly because it's obvious that thinking about his death still bothers him—something that Alistair notices. As Strange talks, the dragon bounds across the table and leaps into Strange's lap, making content trilling noises as he attempts to forcefully snuggle into Strange's arms.