So, it looked like Whip was still determined that Anton was some sort of alien, only now he was talking about demi-gods. "Demi-god? You mean like Hercules?" On the surface, the idea seemed ludicrous, but Anton remembered what his roommate, Davan, had said - that he was the son of Aphrodite or something like that. At the time, Anton had thought he had some kind of a complex, but now he was really wondering. Still, the idea of himself as some kind of Greek hero was a little farfetched.
Anton thought that the librarian had to have some past experience with Whip, or maybe with other pixies (he was coming to accept the fact that Whip was a pixie) because she seemed to take his eccentricities in stride. Or maybe that was just the sort of person she was. She seemed very young to be a librarian... and very pretty. Anton could see the pity in Breeze's expression, and he was at once grateful for the concern - she didn't know him, after all - and embarrassed as hell for the same reason. He looked at the floor rather than at her, his face flushing dully. "Nice to meet you," he said, sounding as sincere as it was possible to sound while simultaneously choking. He hated feeling like he was chasing her away, and he really thought he should say something. He hadn't come looking for anything in particular, but now he wanted to ask for her help since she'd been so nice about offering it.