Without thinking, Owen had leaned in closer to get a better look of the book Juliet had picked up. For that brief moment of realization, his lips hovered above hers. As she turned away in embarrassment, he bit his lip to discourage himself pursuing further. Owen straightened up immediately, tidying his jacket and pushing his hair back, as Logan entered the room. He cleared his throat as he composed himself, smiling softly at Logan, happy to see him about.<br/>"It is indeed a beautiful play. I must admit I favor King Lear more; a truly gripping tragedy." He said. His eyes flickered from Juliet to Logan and back. "Your tastes are a lot more similar than mine; both of you should discuss." Owen lightly traced his fingers on the spine of the leather bound books.