His eyes widened. "I would love to." Come to your quarters. Um. "I left most of my collection in London, regrettably." He grinned at his mug. Fuck that mug with its stupid irrelevant slogan. "I didn't think I'd meet any other, well, enthusiasts." Any other geeks, he meant, but Dallon approved of geeks. So.
He almost giggled, which was gross and should never happen again, ever. "Fine, I'll try and break the habit. For you." Smooth. Refraining from hitting himself in the face with Numerology and Grammatica, which was sitting conveniently on the coffee table, Dallon raised his mug at Gerard. "Good. I'd probably do the same. Is it only students showing symptoms, or staff as well?"