She sipped at her coffee lightly, then moved to place it on the table, finding it a bit distracting. unencumbered by the cup she leaned back on the sofa, eyes closed and head tilted back, listening to him. Books were fun and lovely and awesome, but stories were meant to be told, and one read aloud was always that much more powerful to her. The strange gothic horror of the story washed over her, brought to life with that husky voice, and she sighed. Gods she loved Poe.