As the barmaid approaches, Strange mentions that he'll take another round and something to snack on as well.
"Spoken like someone who doesn't know what my type is." In Strange's mind, this is a dangerous line of conversation (that he's going to push anyway). Not because of Shura's thoughts—again, he's annoyingly pleased with himself that he managed to make her blush that badly. But because it's dangerously close to some sad backstory reveals and Strange doesn't really know if he wants to go there or not.
He definitely doesn't want to go there unless he has another drink in his system. So, he downs the rest of his drink for some liquid courage before asking,
"So go on. What do you think I like in a partner?"
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"Spoken like someone who doesn't know what my type is." In Strange's mind, this is a dangerous line of conversation (that he's going to push anyway). Not because of Shura's thoughts—again, he's annoyingly pleased with himself that he managed to make her blush that badly. But because it's dangerously close to some sad backstory reveals and Strange doesn't really know if he wants to go there or not.
He definitely doesn't want to go there unless he has another drink in his system. So, he downs the rest of his drink for some liquid courage before asking,
"So go on. What do you think I like in a partner?"