Ah, the scent of books. Although it had changed over the centuries, what with the printing press and such, it still relaxes him. "Oh, I really don't have a favorite. They're all good when written half way decently." He quirks an eyebrow at her when she picks up the book about vampires and eternal love. "What did you think of it? I've seen that series before but never taken the time to read them," his voice taking on a bit of a silky quality. Once they leave the book store they head to a small curio shop. Amsu's noise instantly picks up the scent of fine cigars, which are nice to smell and offer to guests but are horrid to smoke for himself. He smiles at the replicated out mummy case for sale.