"You really do, I'd love that," he told her sincerely. "I have no idea where to begin, what's worth the effort, what's just a pot-boiler by some illiterate hack. I need the help," he insisted, equally animated by the thought of it. "Especially because I think our only other reading group members have disappeared. No one else on the island seems to give a fuck. Ironically, considering the books lying about everywhere," he commented.
"Yeah, yeah, it wasn't my brightest moment. I was the one who challenged- a Russian officer, of all people. Because it's the calm and measured response to political disagreements, right?" he teased lightly. "Then you better hope for a door to Spain, as well," he nodded, with a nostalgic sort of smile.