Dylan smirked. "Well if you ever want to go dancing with someone other than your sister, send me an owl." The words were spoken before he had time to stop himself, which wasn't unusual where he was concerned, but he wondered if it was wise this time.
Then again, to hell with it. James would understand, right? And she wasn't some little girl - she was two years older than they were.
He cleared his throat. "What do you read?" he asked casually.