"If we knew that the whole city would be in a riot, wouldn't it?" Steven points out. They'd all be clamouring at the gates to the city hall like a bad Monty Python skit with their pitchforks out threatening all sorts of violence.

"I'm-- what!" Steven plants his fists on his hips and puffs his chest out. "No! I'm obviously Doctor Strange!" If Doctor Strange was Superman stamping his foot to demand some respect. The audacity to call him a vampire...

"Don't I look like Doctor Strange?! Alright maybe the-- this blue robe isn't all that accurate, and the-- obviously this is a plain old red cloak that doesn't fly, but it's hard to find something suitable in the city!"