[ Myth, Legend, Familiar? Human, Alien, Other? Teacher, lawyer, cashier? What are you could touch on any one of those things. But as he watches the man across the table, puts together the sniffing and the hunger for fresh flamingo and the implied aversion to noise, options begin to blank themselves out. What as in species seems an easy thing to scent. What as in designation is a little early for a newbie - assuming he is a newbie, but by now Stephen's got names or at least faces for a lot of the people around here and before ten minutes ago hadn't had either for this one - to be bothering themselves with.
So he takes a shot in the not very dark and answers: ]
Master of the Mystic Arts. Doctor Stephen Strange, at your service.
[ A little irony inherent in the last part. If he were really at this guy's service he'd have taken the hint of his entire demeanour and left him well enough alone. And yet here he sits, making unyielding eye contact as he sweeps upward with two fingers and twists them in the air, motion setting a teaspoon to stirring, untouched, in his cup.
That ought to be a sufficient answer. ]
And yourself?
[ He's not giving human, for all his appearance implies. ]
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[ Myth, Legend, Familiar? Human, Alien, Other? Teacher, lawyer, cashier? What are you could touch on any one of those things. But as he watches the man across the table, puts together the sniffing and the hunger for fresh flamingo and the implied aversion to noise, options begin to blank themselves out. What as in species seems an easy thing to scent. What as in designation is a little early for a newbie - assuming he is a newbie, but by now Stephen's got names or at least faces for a lot of the people around here and before ten minutes ago hadn't had either for this one - to be bothering themselves with.
So he takes a shot in the not very dark and answers: ]
Master of the Mystic Arts. Doctor Stephen Strange, at your service.
[ A little irony inherent in the last part. If he were really at this guy's service he'd have taken the hint of his entire demeanour and left him well enough alone. And yet here he sits, making unyielding eye contact as he sweeps upward with two fingers and twists them in the air, motion setting a teaspoon to stirring, untouched, in his cup.
That ought to be a sufficient answer. ]
And yourself?
[ He's not giving human, for all his appearance implies. ]