At the sound of his lover's voice Dorian smiled but kept pulling out books and putting them away when they proved to be useless as many Southern books were.

"If I can find something worth reading, yes," he said with a casual shrug. "Once again, I'm trying to find real knowledge in Chantry propaganda."

He can see his lover has something clutched in his arms. The man can't really hide anything when he's a lithe little thing and most things poke out around him. Something when he wore that jacket of his he had better luck but not so much right now in those casual clothes of his.

"What have you got there?" he asked, sliding another book away. He turned to face his love, leaning one shoulder against the bookshelf.