'Of course he's not fae,' says Strange... before proceeding to describe what sounds to Foster like a pretty fucking fae story. True, it's not exactly what he meant--the source of power isn't the fae themselves--but the fae are involved, and pretty thoroughly from the sound of it.
It also sounds like Strange is some kind of authority on magic where he's from, which... explains a lot. Unfortunately, Foster's reception to authority he doesn't personally recognise is pretty poor, and he suddenly thinks a lot less of Strange than he did when he believed Strange to be just a particularly creative mage.
"No thank you," Foster replies in surprisingly even tone; Strange's conceit has provoked in him an instinctive contentiousness, and his affection shifts from moodiness to a cooler mien. It's definitely colder somehow, and not in a way related to the weather, though his tail sweeps away the top layer of powder snow behind his ankles.
"I... uh, haha, I have a book I'm working on--reading, not writing." He stops for a moment, allowing himself a moment to reflect on what a disgusting trainwreck of a tome that would produce--
"... anyway, I found it in the Prince's study, back at the manor. We were there to steal from him anyway, so I didn't see a problem with taking it too."
NOT... WRONG ENOUGH....... but hey the book came up!
It also sounds like Strange is some kind of authority on magic where he's from, which... explains a lot. Unfortunately, Foster's reception to authority he doesn't personally recognise is pretty poor, and he suddenly thinks a lot less of Strange than he did when he believed Strange to be just a particularly creative mage.
"No thank you," Foster replies in surprisingly even tone; Strange's conceit has provoked in him an instinctive contentiousness, and his affection shifts from moodiness to a cooler mien. It's definitely colder somehow, and not in a way related to the weather, though his tail sweeps away the top layer of powder snow behind his ankles.
"I... uh, haha, I have a book I'm working on--reading, not writing." He stops for a moment, allowing himself a moment to reflect on what a disgusting trainwreck of a tome that would produce--
"... anyway, I found it in the Prince's study, back at the manor. We were there to steal from him anyway, so I didn't see a problem with taking it too."