Foster remains seated on the edge of the bed, staring sort of neutrally at his own bunk while he waits for Ginko to recover his marbles. There's something uniquely calm and still about him.

Ginko should probably try yelling at him more often.

"It can be." Foster replies after a second's delay to process it. He isn't even going to call that wrong, because it's not. That's part of the excitement of it... or it is to him, anyway. If Ginko is being rude, Foster absolutely doesn't care. That doesn't even begin to be a metric Foster cares about--or even notices, most of the time.

"It's.... mmm. Asserting power as part of sex, I guess." He pauses, then adds:

"Sometimes in costume."