Walking over to where Elara was, he leaned in to look at what had not seemed useful to her. Realizing his proximity, he blushed a little, realizing how that might have been taken since she was rather, well, unguarded in that particular stance. He blushed even more when he caught himself staring at her rear. Turning his head briskly, he lowered himself next to her, hoping she had just missed his short display of idiocy.<br/><br/>And as soon as he neared the books, he smiled. Because of the latent magic he could feel in them.<br/><br/>"I bet you have had this issue before, things burning up?"<br/><br/>Looking for a relatively unimportant book, he decided to test his hypothesis. "<i>The Mage's Guide to Attire"</i>sat there, and he knew that was the one he wanted. Even as he reached for it, he felt the pages start to react. He could feel the magic in them, the fire spell waiting to be triggered. Pulling it out by the tip of the spine, it singed a little. The leathery cover blackened under his finger, but his magic coursed through the book, his magic expelling the protective barrier on it, and he opened it, to show the pages unscathed.<br/><br/>"Look at this hat, who'd wear this?" he smiled as he held up the book, to show her what he'd stopped from being destroyed. A silly pointed hat.