Rhocanth chuckled lightly at his guilty conscience, stepping forward again so that he could see Falina's face more clearly. His grip loosened on the book as he relaxed. "It's no trouble at all," he insisted. "It's only that it's very easy to jump at everything recently, wouldn't you say?"
He invaded her space a little, just enough to rest his book down on the windowsill and catch a glimpse of the title. Oh, fascinating! It wasn't what he expected. Dane and the Werewolf, and Other Tales. He couldn't wait to crack into it.
Tilting his head back up, Rhocanth pulled his attention back to Falina. He noted the stacked books, looking suspiciously like a makeshift stepstool, but decided not to scold her. Instead, he grinned lopsidedly, sticking a hand to his hair to see if that one lock was still standing up straight. It was, and he smacked it down with his palm, to no avail. As soon as he removed his hand, it sprung up again.
"I was about to try to soothe myself to sleep with a good story. Old habit, from way back when my mother used to read to me. Would you care to join me?"