Micheal looked on as Rea moved to the chairs, "what do you want to read?" he said happily. "Look through the books, find something you like!" he shouted gesturing to all the books, smiling still he sat down in the chair to the left of the fire place. "My chair...." he murmured, closing his eyes in comfort, "but in all seriousness, read what you like for this library is as much yours as it is mine." he said happily, standing up he moved to Rea "Would you like to sit..." he said, gesturing to the chairs. "Is there any old books you want to read?" he said seriously, "because I will get it for you if you know the name." He gleefully stated, "Any of the old books of the time I was born to the time I was imprisoned, will be here in this library..." he said wistfully, looking hopefully into Rea's eyes.