Jamie snorted, obviously not believing Clint a bit. That really wasn't all it took to win a dog's allegiance. A dog could be kicked and beaten and it would still love its master... People didn't deserve dogs. That was the simple fact of it.
He laughed properly, glancing around the room himself. Yeah, there was a lot to cover. And he really tried not to smile at that shoulder bump, tried not to just put his arm casually around Clint like they weren't just buddies. Why was that so difficult? "Latin is very much a main basis for magic, yeah. So don't speak Latin in front of any of the books," he did not realize that was a reference to a thing.
But the first one on the shelf? Sure. He pulled down a bottle with a green liquid in it, "This would be an ageing potion. Depending on how much you drink is how much older you get. Temporarily of course. Dead useful though, when you want to sneak around."