He's had only so many years of his life lived, a good chunk of them were in the Circle, and a good chunk of the rest were spent studying Tevinter necromancy and other forms of black arts and blood magic. He hasn't conjured veilfire before.

Still, Strange is trying to make it seem like no big deal as he idly shrugs. "Perhaps when this is done you can show me the specifics of the spell" he says, knowing full well that there's no way Solas would teach him. He follows the elf as they continue walking, though Strange remains constantly distracted by the surroundings, eyes darting from crumbled pillar to a different wall-marking to a hole in the ground for some reason.