He wasn't really thing hugging sort anyway. That was letting people closer to him than he allowed. He could appreciate the sentiment though.
Cathair chuckled dryly at her question. "I run a bookshop," he reminded her. "Reading's one of my favorite things. I'm a bibliophile. Put a bunch of words on pages and between two covers and I'll give it at least a look." He took a drink of his whiskey, shrugging. "Listening to stories is almost as good as reading them. I used to listen to the little old ladies who sat in my shop for hours reading to each other." Of course, if he hadn't done that, he'd never have become acquainted with romance literature at all. Wasn't his preference, but it was amusing at least to hear them read that romanticized stuff aloud.
He refilled both their whiskey glasses. "Planning on writing more?" he asked. "I wouldn't mind another novel by you. The last one was pretty good. Those ladies rather liked it as well."