Light blue eyes carefully scanned the streets of London as this young man approached one of his more obscure favourite spots. It was a strange place for someone with his reputation to go, unfortunately it had nothing to do with education, or any sort of pursuit of knowledge. Once a week, he would go to a local library. When there, he would look to the librarian and make small talk, act as though he was interested in a book one of his clients were talking about. Then he would flirt with him a bit, and eventually he would pretend to either change his mind about the book or just flat out leave. This time he arrived a little later in the evening though, just to make sure to catch the librarian when he was planning to leave for home. After all, Edwin Ellis only had to look forward to a brothel and a busy night. Why couldn't he have a little fun?<br/><br/>Opening the door, he peeked in and continued walking on. Making his way to the desk, those dark curls that framed his jaw gently bounced as he walked on. "My dear friend." He gently spoke, those soft pink lips parting slightly, "I was wondering if you had a book about romance, maybe something with a tragic end. Do you think you could provide me with such a title? You seem the romantic sort, hopefully not tragic, hm?" He was dressed nicely enough, having a decent amount of wealth thanks to his job. "Do you think you can show me around to that section? I know it's more towards the back, but it's so late I doubt anyone will be coming in at this hour. I was hoping perhaps you could give me a bit of a private tour of that special romantic area, yes?"