If Ava is observant, she can catch Ebalon shifting his arm slightly to readjust his hold on the book, but there's no title on the spine nor on the front cover. It's a nice-looking book, though, emblazoned with a gold crest on the cover and nothing too defining otherwise.

He regales her with a smile, polite but curious, walking forward a few paces so that they're further within talking distance and not so awkwardly speaking across from each other. Well, a little less awkwardly, anyway.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it." He crouches, not quite with the intent of sitting down on the deck or dipping his legs into the water, but simply to more easily look her in the eye. "I wasn't entirely intending to sit down for a spell, though. Let's just say the threat caught my interest — do you normally threaten perfect strangers?"

...he says that first bit like he didn't just invite himself to do so.