Giles would eventually of course look through the book anyway. Or maybe give it too that Neville boy for a while. He was actually interested in the plants, where as Giles failed to see their use for his particular duties. If Willow were there she might appreciate it, but sadly they lacked the vibrant red head. He too pulled off his coat. Which by the way was still an oddity that it was infact winter. He'd just come from a place of Summer time shenanigans. "Lord hopefully not. Though I suppose it wouldn't be the strangest thing we've been through would it." He smiled fondly at his slayer and rested his arm against his books like one might an arm rest.
When he snapped out of his daymare of mystical man eating plants and heard her questioning him he offered her a strained smile. " There is the question of your training, and whether or not you wish to continue..?" He asked her cautiously. He didn't want to be too abrupt, but he did need to know one way or the other. "This is a different world, we're up against a different set of demons, physical and metaphorically.." He trailed off, he'd heard a few of the nightmares that were the complex political issues.
He waited for her answer, trying not to be too direct. Blunt was never his style, when it came to sensitive issues he'd often been accused of being "too British" and this was no different.