He’s making mental note of it, another item to the to-do list: griffon riding just soared a little higher in the priorities. And if he can’t win one over in time, at least someone else could take him as a passenger.

“Alright,” Strange says, and there’s the sense of their conversation winding down: an agreement made, a promise for the future done. The dog is staring attentively at him, and the sorcerer looks back, quirks another smile.

“Keep me posted. And the mountainside vacation will just have to be another time.”

(Har, har.)