[Alistair takes the book automatically, somehow not terribly surprised that she would know the writer.]
Of course you're helping him.
[Which might not be the worst thing if it didn't come with Isabela saying things like that, making it sound like he reads this... sort of thing a lot. (It's not like it's a dirty word. He can at least think it. Porn. See? He can say it if he wants to.)
Groaning he drops the book again to bury his face in his hands. Sure, it's a published book that gets sold and so he can't be the only person to have ever read it. But she could have put it a little less bluntly! Now he just feels like some leering pervert.
Peeking through his fingers at Isabela he whines-] I don't think I should tell you that. I don't have a favourite bit. [Lies.]
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Of course you're helping him.
[Which might not be the worst thing if it didn't come with Isabela saying things like that, making it sound like he reads this... sort of thing a lot. (It's not like it's a dirty word. He can at least think it. Porn. See? He can say it if he wants to.)
Groaning he drops the book again to bury his face in his hands. Sure, it's a published book that gets sold and so he can't be the only person to have ever read it. But she could have put it a little less bluntly! Now he just feels like some leering pervert.
Peeking through his fingers at Isabela he whines-] I don't think I should tell you that. I don't have a favourite bit. [Lies.]