"Oh... you might not want to do that." Foster's smile is thin. He's had two 'dances' so far and neither of them went exactly to script. Arguably, the dance with the... gigantic... orange hair woman... was better than the near-concussion that resulted from the dance with Psi, but he can't claim any credit for the better outcome.

"If we must, then, haha, just be warned..." He doesn't specify what he's warning her for. He just... laughs. Which. Is warning enough, if she remembers the hunt. Foster is a lot of things, but coordinated himself is not one of them.