Gregori took the offered book gingerly, staring down at the nondescript front cover for several moments. Since his fall, or even before, the angel did not think he had ever actually held a book before in his very strange life. Well, before the fall he wouldn't have had reason to, would he?
He scowled softly. Why would he think something like that? From what he had learned since awakening books were extraordinarily valuable - at least scholarly books were. The only types that thought books were worthless were mindless brutes.
Had he once been like that? A disturbing thought.
"Thank you." He said, looking up from the book and giving a faint, brief smile before opening to the first page and quickly engrossing himself in his very first book ever.
Walking and reading took several minutes, and many clumsy stumbles, to learn. Still, once Gregori got the hang of it, making sure to glance up at the end of each paragraph, he seemed to have little trouble with the task. Indeed, he seemed to be able to read quite rapidly once he got into a rhythm.
The angel's entire attention was focused on absorbing the words on the pages before him. At least until he looked up at Sharlee with a confused frown. "I don't understand this. The way this describes attraction...it is almost like a sickness? It speaks of abnormal heart rhythms, sweating, disorientation, and clammy hands. Is love a disease?"
Gregori's expression was quite serious and more than a little perplexed. "Why do people desire to feel this way?"