"By all means." He said with a nod, "Need a pencil or paper?" He always had plenty of those.
He was glad to help, in fact. His own smile was easy and bright and unbridled. He offered Dean a seat near a writing table, where there was already plenty of paper and a pencil as well as a fountain pen.
"Just know now that if you don't copy some of these things exactly, they won't work. Oh, look who I'm talkin' to, 'course y'know that."