"It's alright. I'm already dead," Steven replies with a big grin. "But-- I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to..." It's just. She has really bad taste in books. He couldn't help but be a little bit judgemental.

"Should we read a book?" he offers, noting with interest the way she looks at the forest spirit. His gaze keeps travelling downwards as he studies the bunch of fairy tales scattered on the floor. Goldilocks, Hansel and Gretel, Little Red Riding Hood... Oh dear. Hopefully the elves and all the single ladies trying to put A Ring on it won't throw her for too big of a loop.

"How's about. We sit down. And we'll read one of these classics together?" Is it presumptuous if he does the voices?