If Strange want to claim everything is fine, who is Solas to argue? Nevermind that he doesn't want to. Even if it is painful to watch as Strange starts to gut the dead creature. At this rate, it might be mid-morning tomorrow before the man eats anything.

He's simply watching until he notices the knife slip and his eyes widen. Once he sees exactly where the spray ends up, he doesn't hold back his laughter. That was one way to make a 'god' laugh and Solas had been hoping for a show to go with Strange's dinner.

"Your knife play could use some work."