"Pictures are probably more amusing," he said, a wry smile on his face. "Of course I'll go with you." He could also pay for it, but he was pretty sure she wouldn't be interested in that.
He left the table behind and waved her over to the living room again when he kept his photo albums. Opening one up, he flipped through it until he got to the awkward stage he had between being kicked out of his foster home and going to the academy. "Ah, here we go," he laughed. "Look how tough I thought I was."