Gabrijel's eyes landed on the book, with a faux-old fashioned cover. He reached for it, and flipped it open, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards as he flipped through some of the pages, looking at the obvious sketches of the 'specimens'. "It's funny," he began as he turned a page. "That humans always seem to think only of pixies when they think of the fae." Or often at least. There was that Tinker Bell that everyone was so fond of. And perhaps looked the part of a pixie, but Gabrijel had certainly not met many like that.
He let the book fall closed, but kept a hold on it as he looked to the next book that the satyr was holding out to him, this one appearing to be a novel. "Well, both are fair, in some manners of speaking. Depending on who they're talking about." There were some faeries who were downright nasty and disturbing, and some who would make the perfect leads in a living romance.
He swept hair over his shoulder and tipped his head, first to one side, and then another. A little grin came again, sparking in his eyes. "Well," he said and then he paused to laugh slightly at the thought of being tricked into productivity. His tutors had often tried that when he was a little boy wanting to run about and play rather than sit still for lessons. "I suppose that's an acceptable sort of productivity. Does it count as true productivity is you like it?" He flipped the book over and scanned the back - humans often seemed to write things on the backs of their books, which were often small and glossy covered instead of all leather bound and mysterious looking.
"What's this one about?" he said when he decided the words on the back didn't do it justice - most being quotes from people who enjoyed the book.