𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒖𝒏, 𝒚𝒆𝒔.

[ He's reading again, because of course he is. All he does is read these days - or at least when he's in his room. It reminds him a little of his very, very distant younger days when he was poring through mortal libraries on a lark. He has to learn the history and customs of an entirely new world and a part of him lives for this challenge. It's like... it's something that he hasn't felt in a good, long while. Satisfaction from working with his head and being able to simply absorb information again.

So he's a bit surpised when Adalia interrupts his groove, although he can't really complain. He lifts the book out of the way, brow furrowed in bemusement. ]

You sound entirely too pleased about. At home you would've been yelling at me for the exact same thing.

[ He cocks his head slightly to one side. A somewhat birdish (or draconic, really) gesture that he's maintained in his body language. ]

Besides, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. [ Aside from letting him live with her, anyway. ]