Nightmare Fuel doesn't sound pleasant, especially since he's just gained the ability to sleep a few months ago, though he hasn't yet had any dreams.

All of that information buzzes around his synapses, bouncing off the rigid technical way he sees the world, he tries to figure it into some semblance of order so he can try and understand, but it slides away, always just out of his grasp. He simply can't process what seems to be a logical fallacy.

"Perhaps later. So I shall stand there, holding the book, and the symbols will become something you can read and that should tell you what this is and hopefully how it works?"