Cayn would pause for a moment as he stood there, trying to form the proper words.  This was not something he was adept at, and it definitely showed.  The book was put back where he retrieved it, and he'd simply stand there for a few moments.  The wings at his back fluttered for a few seconds as he put a hand against the bookshelf, collecting his thoughts.  "I would enjoy such a thing as well," Cayn said softly.  "I simply beg forgiveness that I am...not a social creature by nature.  So please forgive any of my failings."<br/><br/>That was twice in the span of a few moments that he had said the word please, something that, he was certain up until now, did not belong in his vocabulary.  However, Cayn did have one thing going for him that she probably had not expected.<br/><br/>He was still wearing the hot pink boots.