[Some books were related to the class, some were fiction, but it wasn't the books themselves that he was looking at; the reason they were not pushed back is because that is where he stashed the revolver.]
[But he put those thoughts aside. Sitting upright, he went for his tea again.] I don't want to be bogged down in this all night. Should we get to work? [Giving her a bit of a smile, behind his mug.]