"If there's no proof, I don't suppose you can say it's bad for me." But the argument, he was fairly sure, was useless. It just mattered that it wasn't right. He preferred facts to pouts.
Although he smiled slightly at the daring rescue, the smile disappeared when she grabbed at his book. "Uh! That's just the Torah. I'm rereading it after the discussion of my philosphy and hypothesis with Cora."
He reached out to grab at it, doing his best to make sure it stayed closed. After all, there was a thin paperback hiding in there: a copy of a Pern book in Hebrew, although the picture of a giant white dragon on the cover rather gave away what it was. "You can't read any of it, it's in Hebrew."