"Never was much of a fan myself." She fell into the conversation easily. "Always found the stories all dark and full of spooky castles nobody shoulda been in from my way of thinking." She smirked. "Give me stories about faeries all day." She'd always like her Grandmother's fables more, though the big book of Grimm ones was nice too. Neither was an interesting to her as a discussion about such things though, which had everything to do with plan A going as smooth as smooth could go.
At least so far.
When he replied about the books, Sadie's lower lip was briefly snared in a nervous bite. She quickly retraced her words, making sure she hadn't said anything she shouldn't. It was an anxious habit more than not, even her time with Nish hadn't loosened the hold she had on her tongue that much. Which was good. Very good. It meant Sadie could breathe a quick sigh and just nod.
"That's what I think anyway? Always found I get on better with those who keep the company of books." She just shrugged. "Could be, I just like reading and think it's always an easy way to start a conversation though." She added, mostly just trying to keep rolling with the tone of the conversation. It was, as Sadie saw it, much the same way he recited the facts just about everyone knew from that book and the way he'd fancied himself a hunter of monsters when he'd been a younger thing.
"Used'ta kinda feel bad for 'em, I did." She relaxed some, letting aged accents drift back in. It was a brief but genuine glimpse into her person. "Always seemed to me that living forever would be more a curse than a blessing like. Plus, having to live in a big empty castle seems like it'd get awful lonely." It was in her nature, at least these days, to see the softer side of things, to exercise her compassion as much as she could. She felt like it kept her more on the path she should have been on long ago. "What's Buffy though?" She threw on at the end, able to imagine what it might have been but using it as a means to engage.
Only to realize, once again, she'd completely spaced on her manners.
"M'so sorry — I dun'ae why I keep doin' that, awful habit it is, it is — my friends call me Sadie." She was half babbling, hardly an uncommon sight. "But Vioala's got a real nice ring to it." She smiled, sticking her hand out tucking the note away for something she might use at her stage shows at the Carnival. It seemed like the kind of joke her Mom would have liked. "And you are?"