Abi blushed deeply at his reaction and smacked his arm in admonishment for teasing her, "Hey shut up, I studied this. It's actually pretty cool to see where themes come from and everything." She did feel a little silly, for getting so deeply into the ethno-centric versions of literary canons that she had studied. She didn't mind that he teased her though, it made her have some very filthy thoughts and there was not enough time to go through the meaning of that.
Nodding in agreement, Abi found herself giving him little soft touches more and more. How they had gone from one extreme to another in their... whatever this was - was beyond her. It didn't feel forced, it was just kind of perfect. "I like that too, that you can't tell whether she believes herself half the time. I don't think she ever truly loved Heathcliff, I mean. Characters in bad literature tend to be solely evil or solely good when really they are flawed and human and have good points too. I think it was her obsession with wanting what she couldn't have that drove them both insane," she sipped her drink again, "Love destroyed him, in the end."
Abi really could talk for hours about books. Especially ones with murky edges and complicated characters. "There were two kinds of Victorian writer; one, those who write to make people toe the line, conform, behave, denigrate sex and relationships...." she chuckled, "And two; those who rallied against it. Culture and counter-culture." She kind of had to remind herself that she was basically talking to someone who was born when Victoria was still on the throne. "What was it like, when you were a teenager? I bet you tried to get every good time girl into bed," she teased, no jealousy in sight.