Solas notes the surprise though that reaction doesn't stop that the man does indeed succeed with his goal. And Solas had been hoping for a longer show and to see Strange running through the forest, cursing loudly as all wildlife within miles fled in panic. Alas, maybe he would get to see it tomorrow when no doubt the man would be starving yet again.

"Finesse," he repeats, staring at the man. His tone implies the adjectives he would use to describe what just happened are far from what Strange would.

"The same sort of finesse you will use to cook no doubt." And perhaps that is where Solas would end up with his show. He watches Strange for another second before he's leading the way back to camp. The man could handle carrying his own dinner.