Owen raised a brow out of intrigued at both of them, but tried to ignore Romeo. For years he tried to have a literary discussion with his brother, and now that a girl has come he became interested. Much like the original Romeo and Juliet, he did not fancy their chances of being together at the end. Owen smiled at the mention of Shakespeare, it was almost three centuries ago that he was watching the first release of his plays, remembering it as if it were yesterday. "Both are brilliant authors, as well as poets," he remarked, noting his fondness for poetry. "Seeing as you like horror writers, have you read Mary Shelley's Frankenstein?"<br/><br/>In a groggy haze, Edmund pushed himself from the bed and went to the door. Surprised to see Logan, he slumped against the door frame. "What do you want?"