"Books too," Al nodded. "I don't see any that I can use for the nighttime reading, which means I'll have to find other ways to occupy myself."
Al focused on the fastenings of Severus' robe the way he usually focused on the grimoire spines, wondering about the knowledge they held, tugging them open as if lifting the heavy book cover to the first page. "Uhhuh, m'working on testing that," he murmured against the distraction of bare shoulder and the line formed by clavicle bones conveniently leading Al's nose and lips and tongue toward Severus' chest.