The smile drew her more from her own thoughts and the slight bow drew a pretty blush to her cheeks; even if she was a whore she loved being made to feel a lady and she dipped a curtsy back in her robe, the fabric parting to reveal a glimpse of the teal and gold harem girl outfit beneath that clung to her pale skin. "Oh, well then please do come in; I don't mind at all, you know I love to be of help in any way I can."<br/><br/>She shut the door behind them, giving some privacy for if he was seeking her out for help with reading she would hate for him to feel self conscious and have anyone else over hear. Such a tender thing it could be a times, that flickering pride of a whore. She glided deeper into the room, settling down on her lounge chaise and patting it to invite him to sit next to her. "I do, my father was a author and my mother a scholar you know, I think it would have been impossible for it not to rub off on me."<br/><br/>Fi chattered brightly, easily when in front of another person, her own sorrows banked as she gleamed and sparkled like a ray of sunshine people expected to see. Speaking of her parents meant that she excused her own book learning, the extent of which was uncommon for whores and meant she did not see it as a requirement for people. She was trying to say, without saying, that she thought it admirable he was teaching himself so much. Her smile was easy as she smoothed her robe and held a hand out for the book. "Well then, let us see what vexing word it is that has stumped you, probably one with more ancient roots, those were always the worst for me, still are sometimes."