Rather surprised to find that the book was written by a werewolf, he glanced to it, finding it somewhat humorous that it'd been the random choice he'd made merely from seeing what book caught his attention not really by title, but by random sense. A small chuckle beneath his breath slipped at the woman's comment however, and he smiled. This man, in his own way, seemed almost.. Ancient.<br/><br/>"I think that's a fine price." He gave a small nod, briefly caught on 'little wolf'.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm not that little...</span>He told himself, with a mental huff. As far as he was concerned, he was.. Appropriately sized. Maybe he was in fact on the smaller side, but he didn't like to acknowledge that. Already in his mind he made up that he'd return to read most of it, anyhow, but he didn't see the harm in buying the book. Digging his wallet out and opening it, he delicately pulled out two bills- One a ten, and one a five. Despite himself, and although his eyes didn't catch it, there was a tremor to his fingers. It was always there, but unless accidentally dropping something, he usually didn't care to notice it. "Should I pay at the register, or would you take it?" Silo held the bills towards the man, holding the book between his arm and side.