There was a touch of amusement at his proffered book and the distance from which he held it out to her, though she expressed none of that as she took it carefully from his hands. She looked at the cover with more than a touch of wryness, noting that it was yet another tome that even if she’d not read it for herself years ago, she would’ve been familiar with well enough to produce the general plot and a quote or two. She wondered if this too was a tell, and if this Hal was a religious man. Wouldn’t that be the most disappointing thing to have his great restraint be that of a man simply battling with religion and all its chaste values? She knew epics had been written on the subject, but goodness it was so terribly trite by this point.

That being said, she certainly wouldn’t turn her nose up at the chance of being a maestro of corruption for young (old) Hal, but it was certainly best to figure out where he was coming from before she tapped into her reservoir of religious knowledge in an attempt to gain leverage.

“Oh, I’ve heard of this one,” she said. “Mostly the Inferno bits, though. I’ve always thought I’d get around to reading it and decide which circle of hell I’d be most likely to wind up in.” She said it brightly and with a smile, making an obvious joke of it, though Jamie thought it a fortunate thing that it was in all likelihood that God didn’t exist. If there were such a thing as a higher power racking up all her malicious deeds, she’d no doubt spend an eternity or three on each of Dante’s nine blasted rings. “Now that I’ve said that out loud, I admit that sounds a little weird, huh?” She grinned crookedly up at him. “Have you ever done such a thing?”