Solas scowls when he feels the binding spell pull at him, stopping him from going further. They had places to go, somewhere else to be instead of trapped here so the man could poke and prod at all corners of this place. It's with disdain that he backtracks until he finds Strange. Normally he'd be pleased that someone had taken an interested in knowledge and learning, but given the circumstances it was difficult.

"Elvhenan was built on magic," he says with a shake of his head. As if it would be a surprise that they had far better applications of magic than those now. "Are you finished or do you require time to read the rest of the library?"

His question is dripping with dry sarcasm, but part of him has an odd feeling he will need to pry the man from here if they are to continue.