At the irrevocable command of 'Sit', Lord Davishire's eyes actually went wide, and his face, normally wearing a darkened scowl, actually showed most obvious surprise.
Did this woman just command him to... sit? Blinking, he wrinkled his nose irritable as he felt one of his wolf ears wilt. He used a large finger to prod it back up, and after digesting in the mouthfuls of this Queen's words, he found himself growling silently beneath his breath which came out a little in his goodbye to Lord Avery.
"Good night, Lord Carwick."
But then his attention was back to her.
What was he to do with a thing like that? So deep winded in books and stories? Though it seemed she might be trying his patience, in truth, he just did not know what to do with her! Ironically enough, he never had to deal with such a woman before- bold and intelligent, yes, though bubbly like the wretched rest of her specie. Even still, the first two qualities ignited a curiosity within him that could not be shaken as he blinked and stared down at her- but hardly obeyed.
"Be careful with those!" he snapped, after a time, seeing her so eager with the pages. "That book is over one-hundred years old and if you're not careful you could tear a page from it!"
He tried to balance the book he now 'saved' from her (well- tehcnically she just gave it to him...) as he cast her a glare and leaned his quickly growing pile of books against his barrel chest with a sigh.
"And I am aware of that story, Lady... Treyburn." he began a bit more civily, and... feeling the need to add her name in there, just to remind her.. this was not a fantasy, and although he played with the idea before, she- not a Queen! She couldn't just flounce around and possibly destroy these books just because she wanted to tell him a story!- for only god knows why! For he truly was more worried about the antiquities than her little story as he gave a chuff, and moved to carefully set all of the history books down upon the table.
Taking the kerchief nobody had used, he now dabbed at the sweat collecting across his brow.
"And I don't need to be reminded on that history lesson, Lady Treyburn," he said, now rising from where he had been hunched over the table and looked at her. "For I'm well aware and shamed already enough by the Callister family name to have that story brought up again!"
Did she really not know it was his great-great-great-Uncle who had done such a thing? He knew his family's history more than most and well- if she did not know it, he had just admitted it to her now! And his father and mother all bragged about all of the stories- even the horrible ones. They were so vain it made his blood broil, and it was evident in his stance that that's what was happening now!
"And what is the point in all of this, Lady Treyburn? You've dragged out all of these books that should have been kept well guarded in their hiding places upon the shelves to only have them become poor victims of your fallen drinks?"
Really, did she not realize she could have harmed them!? He picked one up now, brushing off few small droplets of water that had spilled on it, using the fur on his costume's sleeve before he sighed and glanced up at her again, placing this book, too, beside the rest and...
ironcically, keeping the books in some sort of his own order..
After all, she wasn't the only one with a bit of an obsessive compulsion to keep things arranged!
