Foster looks, for just a moment, like he's going to argue--as though the indignity of stripping down in the middle of a hallway is somehow so far past him that he would scorn an attempt to avoid it.

But he doesn't.

He pauses, and after a moment's thought, smiles again.

"Follow me."

And, assuming Herbert does, Foster will lead the man back the way he came--although it's not clear if the path is intentional or not, the way he stops and frowns, or slows, muttering to himself, occasionally glancing back at Herbert with narrowed eyes before picking back up at a trot, but soon he'll trek back through the study and towards the Prince's bed chamber, a large, fine room with four-poster bed and a startling array of personal grooming products.

"Don't touch anything," he advises Herbert coolly as they make their way through the study. "Especially any spiders you happen to see."