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[Broke into your home. So what?]

[He is shockingly flexible. And no, it wasn't comfortable, but he would undergo worse.

The book's still in his hand, now being shaken in case there's something between the pages, a look of irritation mixed with hungry interest on his face.] I said explain.

[Because obviously, you're the one in the wrong here.]

There's nothing to explain!

Ah- [He blocks the attack with an arm and then snatches the book from her again, glaring furiously down at her.] How shockingly mature of you. Explain what just happened.

You broke into my house like a freakin' creep. That's what happened! Why are you in my apartment? What do you want? There is nothing for me to explain. You've just clearly lost your mind.

A what, sorry? Good Lord, spare me from Americanisms. I'm in your apartment because it's a good way of learning more about you and my mind is far sounder than yours has ever been.

Why do you want to learn about me? You could just...ask, you know. I liked you. Before. I'd have gladly spent time with you.

Ugh, no thanks. Terribly boring. Not my thing. [He tosses her the book and goes to inspect the bookshelf, frowning deeply.]

Get out of my apartment.

Uhhhm... [His voice is mock thoughtful as he ransacks her bookshelf.] No.

I'm going to call the police now.

Are you? Good. I could do with some fun. [He tosses a book over his shoulder, pushing them off the shelves to inspect things more fully.] Explain!

What do you want me to explain?

[He's not too happy either, but at least he's got a problem to solve, his mind clicking through logical processes at incredible speed. He sniffs the pages of the book she'd made fly through the air, tears off a glove with his teeth to stroke over the back cover again, and then spins on his heel to narrow his eyes at her.] The book. Explain what you just did to the book.

What I did with...oh. It's just...something I've picked up.

Something...you've picked up. [He watches, transfixed, and tries as hard as he can to trust his eyes.]

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