"I've deciphered many," he shrugged. In Latin, old Egyptian, ancient Greek. He'd even read scripts from books of the dead. "But where I get my books is my secret," he gruffly chuckled, amused by the nickname, rising from the bench, cigarette hanging off his lips. He was bored watching these assholes parading around with their poor logic and shitty hymns. "You said you took night classes," he recalled, inviting her to walk with him. "What made you quit?"