[ well he certainly doesn't want to be rude. not to mention, there would be no point in being fearful of this place - the only fear and anxiety he has is about what might occur with his students while he's away, what might happen with Erik and Shaw, whether the missiles in Cuba will start an all out war. but he doesn't project such things, choosing instead to smile, choosing instead to be open to learning all about where he is now. he certainly doesn't mind being taught by such a lovely young lady, either. ]

I see. I'm sure it'll all come to me in time. It does seem a bit fanciful, doesn't it? I'm still pinching myself trying to figure out whether or not it's a dream. [ as if to show off, he does so right in front of her - grabs a bit of the skin of his arm, shrugs absently and continues to listen to her. but the idea of a library, oh, that sounds lovely. ]

Library? [ he raises a brow. ] I obviously will need to see this. Perhaps not now, I'd hate to ruin such a lovely dinner when they've obviously gone to great lengths to impress us, but I'd adore a tour from you perhaps if you've got the time? I honestly spent nearly seventy-five percent of my time at Oxford with my nose tucked in some book, ninety-nine if you asked my sister Raven. She abhorred it.