(I fell asleep at the computer last night. ; A; sorry guyz)<br/><br/>A satisfied grin reached his features as he thought Roger knew exactly what he was talking about. The blush, he thought, was a sign of the man being surprised at being propositioned by a prostitute. A free session would be something most would be grateful for, it was a free time for fun. However, it just happened that this librarian and this whore had a rather different idea of what the 'romance section' meant. As he followed him and noticed he was being taken further back into the alphabet, he was sure this was done for discretion, and not actually for finding a book of any sort. Not only that, but he wouldn't stop talking about these stupid books!<br/><br/>When noticing the officer, his eyes widened a bit. He recognized that man outside this library before, and Edwin could easily recall having to rush past him on more than one occasion. A nervously polite smile was forced upon his face as he walked by, pretending not to be doing anything suspicious at all. Especially not with this extremely attractive naive librarian. Maybe Roger was just playing stupid so that the constable wouldn't take notice of them? He wasn't entirely sure at this point. He would still make his attempt on the innocent man though, if not for the sake of his own satisfaction.<br/><br/>When stopping to look at Shakespeare, he appeared not to be listening at all. Instead, the lithe man had allowed his hand to wander, keeping his back at an angle to avoid them being noticed. At first, this gentle touch had been a brush upon the shoulder, and a nod as if he actually cared about books. But then this wandered to delicate fingers tracing along his side, and eventually to his stomach. "Hm... What sort of romance is your favourite?" Edwin whispered out, those electric blue eyes focusing upon him as pupils dilated with desire. Feeling those muscles tense as they tend to do when brushed against so gently, he couldn't help but smile once more, feeling oddly victorious.