Foster was not entirely prepared for that calibre of response. His head lifts and he turns his face aside, keeping his eyes on Strange in the process. Then a grin of his own crosses his face.
"I'll think about it," he says finally. He's not being coy--he does want to think about it before he makes any kind of verdict. Until now, he'd taken numerous pains to keep the book's contents to himself. Telling Strange the book was about fae at all was an impulsive decision, one predicated partially on a sudden, spiteful urge to 'overpower' the magician--and partially on the fact that Strange is, in Foster's distorted view, the only local expert on fae who isn't fae himself.
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Foster was not entirely prepared for that calibre of response. His head lifts and he turns his face aside, keeping his eyes on Strange in the process. Then a grin of his own crosses his face.
"I'll think about it," he says finally. He's not being coy--he does want to think about it before he makes any kind of verdict. Until now, he'd taken numerous pains to keep the book's contents to himself. Telling Strange the book was about fae at all was an impulsive decision, one predicated partially on a sudden, spiteful urge to 'overpower' the magician--and partially on the fact that Strange is, in Foster's distorted view, the only local expert on fae who isn't fae himself.
Now he's considering sharing it.
Maybe.