"Truly? Then I shall probably do so." He smiled softly as he listened, enjoying her flow of words. "You speak well, milady, and wisely. I have often whiled away some small time reading books and parchments, finding new things to learn and old favorites to enjoy."
He smiled at her, eyes dancing. "I can, yes. and I enjoy being able to send and receive things from my tower, I admit." he chuckled. "I am not lazy and yet I do not trust these modern conveniences entirely. So I use magic."
He stepped lightly and then reached out, and pulled, and in his hand was a leather bound book, old, and engraved with words in golden hue. "Ah, yes. This is a book of words from my time and place, remade by me here." He held it out to her as they walked. Inside she would find it beautifully illustrated and words written in an ancient language, one that would slowly blur and become intelligible to her. It was a beginner primer for magic of his world, and had much of theory...