"You're welcome, it only seemed right to return the gesture. These aren't mine, I'm afraid, they're from the island," he told her. "Not that I wouldn't lend you mine if I had them. Books were too expensive, I was a library geek," he explained as she read the list, as if he even needed to explain when he'd just picked out books for her to keep.
He bit into his lower lip for a second as she called his choice of Anna Karenina fascinating, and then he laughed softly. "Well, Dostoevsky called it a flawless as a work of art, and Faulkner thought it was the best book ever written, so that intrigued. And it turns out-" he paused as if he was going to say something very deep about it, and then just shrugged. "It's kind of weirdly sexy," he summarised. "And I suppose it's art, or whatever," he added, giving her a cheeky grin.
"I'm glad you like it. Enjoy them," he told her, before following her through to the living room... and yes, his eyes did drop just for a second to confirm that she was in fact wearing the shortest dress he could imagine. Holy fuck.
"Hmm?" his eyes snapped back up again. "Oh, sure, yeah, I'll take a drink," he told her, quickly trying to get back to the actual conversation and out of his own filthy mind.