Tristan took different coloured books from the shelves and tried them out in different constellations on his desk, while he listened to Douglas speaking. He was rather pleased to observe the lord looking at the titles in his library and showing such an interest in his work. It made him feel... well... rather smart.

He wanted to explain what had gotten him interested in the mind, but before he could, Douglas drew attention to the covered area of the book case and Tristan found himself blushing. Shit. Why was he blushing? He was probably supposed to say something about it, but how to do so wisely...

"Thank you," he said, trying to sound as neutral as possible. He moved over to that side of the bookcase, to stand next to Douglas. "I study all aspects of the human mind and behaviour, and some areas are not quite proper for polite society. I have a maid who happens to be rather well-educated. I wouldn't want her to stumble upon literature that would be unsuitable for a young lady..." Why. Was. He. Blushing!?