Shura had just finished reading a paragraph of the book, nodding slightly, quirking an eyebrow as Farah entered. His eyes calmly yet greedily devoured her luscious appearance and body, sighing slightly as her tail wrapped around his own.<br/><br/>At her question, his eyes flickered up and closed the book, setting it aside.<b>"It's nothing . . . besides, I know that literature does not interest you much,"</b>he replied. Within a moment, his hands darted out and took Farah by the waist, pulling her in between his legs. His lips were just inches from hers, smirking. Lifting one hand, he pulled up the patch from his eye . . . to reveal a perfectly normal golden eye.<b>"Good morning, Farah."</b>