He wanted to give Strange time to investigate and think. He didn't want him to guess at random without any thought to it. It would spoil everything that way. He's cheerful as his mannerisms threaten to drop and he sets the rest of the sweet down onto the plate as he chews and raises a brow.

"Scrying? That sounds awfully like spying, Mister Strange. If not a person, then something. Is it a spell or information?" He remembers from a few minutes ago how well Strange seemed to know fae.