A tilt of his head towards the same direction that the smile leaned, and the blue eyes now more focused then before. Was it so easy for him to fall into the same traps as others do? To be lost in the own self delusions? William hadn't considered even this factor, the man having assumed a spoiled brat to contend with. Though here, she was being civil, polite, curious. These were things that should be grown a bit, timid nature will not due for what is ahead.<br/><br/>The book, with only the word of Fables upon the cover wasn't a tomb of ancient secrets. It was no journal that would reveal deep inner workings of a man. It was simply an old book made by hands that had love for the craft, and obviously so. It was a collection of stories, of worlds, of places where young William had escaped into. It was the first thing he had ever owned, and possibly the only thing the man would choose to be buried with. It was just a book, but the fact that it was<i>this</i>book, the one that had been in his hands for...<br/><br/>Needless to say, it could not be replaced no matter the childish notions of fairies, dragons, ghosts, and goblins inside.<br/><br/>"I could use a walk myself. May I accompany you to the edge of your world?"<br/><br/>Focused, sharp, attentive, William wasn't so arrogant at the moment to ignore the fact that hands were purposefully tucked behind her back. The man did the same with his own grasp, fingers wrapped about his wrist in almost courtly manner. There was something rough about the stance though, something heavy inside putting him off kilter. Though a walking talking prison of a possible thing that may or not be real... Armageddon or salvation...<br/><br/>William was for the moment here with Vivian.<br/><br/><br/>This was a curious turn, just as curious as Vivian was suddenly becoming. The others would have you fooled perhaps by telling stories of William, and though they knew of The Lord inside of the man, they rarely spoke of the beast. As if they knew better, or if words after all did matter, and were some how limited.<br/><br/>"And as a further note Vivian, tell me if I may be so bold as inquire... what else haven't you asked the him?"<br/><br/>There was something shiny on the end of that hook, waiting, dangling there waiting for her just to open her mouth and take a nibble.