"No - no, I'm fine." The weather's certainly taking a chilly turn - they're not all that far from snow on the ground, likely just in time for Winter's Crest - but the sunlight still has enough warmth to it that he can manage for a little while. It helps that he's always in layers, that he hasn't shed his jacket or ascot in the name of comfort just yet. And the heat of Vex's palm, of course, seems to spread through his whole forearm.
He sits down slowly when they reach the bench - a brief respite before they continue around the courtyard - and takes a look at the volume he'd picked up. "I've...apparently got a treatise on the stability of arcane enchantments on various metals. Never mind, let's not bother reading out here this afternoon."
Not that it doesn't sound interesting; he'll undoubtedly tear through it at some point in the future. There's no way in hell he'll manage it right now, though.
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Date: 2024-12-25 03:44 am (UTC)He sits down slowly when they reach the bench - a brief respite before they continue around the courtyard - and takes a look at the volume he'd picked up. "I've...apparently got a treatise on the stability of arcane enchantments on various metals. Never mind, let's not bother reading out here this afternoon."
Not that it doesn't sound interesting; he'll undoubtedly tear through it at some point in the future. There's no way in hell he'll manage it right now, though.