Tarkir regained his composure against the librarian, walking up to him again slowly, his chosen books still in hand before repeating again "I would like to take these books out please." He stared up and down the man, his face red where the book had hit him, he didn't get angry but smiled at the librarian. The tome was a hard back unfortunately and had come keen against his skin but he had learnt to control himself for in his eyes showing pain was to show weakness.