"I never said she wasn't perfect." Isaac grumbled as he took another drink. "I'm just saying in other ways, it would be perfect too if you could chose the Montague who is currently fucking you." Although in some twisted way, he was sure Isolde knew about what was happening with them and didn't mind. It should be awkward but it wasn't, Isaac would never lie to his sister.
He watched Marcus work, relaxing in his chair as he thought it would have been nice to bring a book, the sound of the wheel at work strangely calming and he found himself laying his head back, closing his eyes.
"I did, but I was a child, I haven't done it since I was 8." He listened to him talk about the books and nodded. "I would like to see the library. I miss the one we had at home, I spent my free time there."