"Oh, yeah? That would be amazing," he grinned, stupidly excited by what was essentially just a pile of paper. "Yeah, sure I can. Although, sometimes I hate stuff because it's too good, so as long as sort the jealousy from the actual criticism, it's productive," he half-joked, giving her a cheeky smile.
"Oh, come on. I could just go to the library and take a look, unless you're planning on going on a book burning mission," he teased. "I think we're fucked already. I'm sitting here drinking with you, being served by a fictional character- no offense, Jay- and about to read Orwell-" he told her. "But hey, if you can't handle my eyelash batting, I'll try my hardest to reign that in," he joked.
"Come on, you're dealing with a hardened drinker, here. I drink to stay drunk, Knightly," he told her, as if that were some kind of achievement. "I ain't no pansy wrestler," he joked. "But I'm ready to be seriously impressed. Come on, then. Line them up, Jay."