The classics were of little interest to her just then, but she found his fixation on them interesting. There were pieces to the puzzle that were slowly fitting together, though the whole picture of which was still out of sight. It would have been so easy to believe that he was simply an ordinary compulsive with perhaps some sort of disdain for modern culture, but she could not bring herself to believe it. She was also aware that her boredom was reaching a peak in which she was prone to doing something drastic just so that she might occupy her mind with the fallout and repercussions, but she didn’t think she was seeing puzzles where there weren’t any, then. This Hal had something carefully held in restraint, of that she was certain.

“Irene,” she countered, introducing herself in turn, and arching her brows slightly at the way he folded his hands behind his back instead of offering one to her. She had been in the library enough to memorize where everything was – it took little effort for her, really - but she still took another step closer to him, tipping her head back so that she could meet his gaze and smile sweetly. “Would you mind showing me to your absolute favorite?” She asked.