Kennet made a knowing face when she moved to the edge of the booth. His long torso did not diminish the towering affect his height had even while sitting down. "It is light compared to other books I have read," he retorted. The book itself had been more damaging in the medieval period when it had been written. The magic incredibly strong, the book had been coded and scrambled by the warlock who wrote it so that only very long learned witches would be able to use it correctly. Many had died at its words being unable to decipher the true meaning of the potions.
Brows curling in, Kennet scoffed at the suggestion. "I do not dance, Aria, and it is not appropriate to spend my time doing so." His answer felt rehearsed in a way. His words bearly reflecting emotion as he tended to do.