"As I said before...I'm at your service! Is there anything else I should be putting my mind to while I'm at it?" He teased with the almost-pur lingering just in the back of his throat.
He barely paused to blink before moving over to a stack of books. Rather than busy himself with putting them away, he stood in place fingering the spines and slipping through pages to search out signs of use...were they dog eared? thumb worn? His own fingers ran over the soft paper of the pages and for a moment it seemed he might not answer her question.
Then he spoke, without looking up from the book he was currently carressing. "Aren't we all?"