Her ploy seemed to be working, instead of blwoing up in anger, he pulled her into his lap. Farah's leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his. "Good morning, Shura," she smiled back at him. Her long tails traced designs over his chest. "Mmm, sadly no I am not interested in literature. You on the other hand do interest me." she let her lips brush his briefly. "Tell me is there ever going to be a morning, I find you still in bed with me?" Farah knew the answer already, he could not stay away from his beloved books for long.