Ignorance is bliss. It takes a lot of restraint for Carlos not to say something in response to that. He looks up, mouth opening and then shutting again as a stream of counter-arguments filter through his mind. It may be blissful, but what’s the point? How can you really enjoy something without understanding it, without knowing- And then his head starts to hurt a little, because of course this goes against some of Heaven’s own creeds. Isn’t the mind of God one of those sacred, unknowable things? And he would never consider even wanting to breach such sacred ground, but… still, in the more general scheme of things, to be ignorant is…

But one look at Cecil’s glowing expression and Carlos is able to tamp down the ideological argument he can feel building on the back of his tongue. It was overreaction anyway, a… strangely human impulse to argue the point. Honestly, Carlos isn’t quite sure what had gotten into him.

Instead, Carlos stands and walks around to Cecil’s side of the table, a hand resting on the back of his chair as he leans over to look at the book from over Cecil’s shoulder. “I’m not sure, actually. Something else, like-“ he squints down the page. “Medusozoa?” Animals are really not his specialty.