[ A subdued, murmuring bit of amusement lingers at his lips, not loud or articulated enough to be rightly described as laughter. That Yu's literary tastes should veer away from the more harlequin is no surprise, but the expression of disdain and near shudder of recoil warrants some consideration anyway.

(They're quite emotive reactions for the normal standard between them. If he wasn't certain that it could be blamed on the drug, he'd almost think Yu is in one of those rarely seen but often wondered about 'good moods'.)

The question, however, beckons a response outside of impassive amusement, and Lavi lifts the pages just out of reach from those drifting digits the way an adult might rescind an item from a child to let them know it's not a toy. ]

Some day, no one will remember why the blessings happened or what they meant for the Quad.

[ And then in stunningly hypocritical fashion, he uses the pages to lightly bat at Yu's head before setting them back on the cluttered tabletop. Lowering his now free hand, he picks up another piece of that inky hair, tugging at it lightly. ]

So I have to write about everything I see for future Bookmen who might not have the context. It's dull, but important.