"The love within those books? With fiery kisses of passion that consume the soul and burn away all reason?" he asked softly. He was leaning back on the bench, his hands braced behind him. His eyes once more went to the flitting birds above. His mouth was barely turned down into the barest hint of a frown as his thoughts drifted.<br/><br/>"See that one," he pointed up to a particular bird who seemed to be cleaning out his wings. A small green bird with black accents at the wingtips and a white belly. "I first saw one in the southern passes, on a caravan. Several of them paced us for miles, flitting around, chirping songs, landing on our carts only to dart off again the moment someone reached out for them. Quite lovely creatures, and so fragile."<br/><br/>He looked back down to the Princess, his frown gone now, though he still was leaned back. "One resides in my study right now, back in Danbar."