"That sounds - rich," he said, laughing a little. "You've something of a sweet tooth, then." He sat beside her, after stopping briefly beside a bookshelf to look over a few titles. He didn't move his leg; if she was content to sit that way, he wasn't going to disturb her. It took quite a lot of self control not to look down at her hand, but he managed it."
"I would like that - really. I don't get much of a chance to discuss anything more complicated than ... well, princesses, and all of that. You know." He smiled a bit self-consciously. "I ought to get more in the habit of reading, again. I've been off it for a few months. Summer does that; I'd rather be outside, walking." His hand brushed hers as he set his glass down. "But now it's fall, and - back to business. I don't read as much Muggle fiction as I should, I think. I started in on some political theory a few years back, but I don't think I've got the head for it."