"I don't know, I don't think there is a book here that I haven't at least looked at. Perhaps I am wrong." And then he grinned at her next words about being friends and he said, "It's already too late for that, I am afraid. I am beyond wanting friendship with you. We're already friends, perhaps I'd like to see more." And then his smile died as he said seriously, "I should like to see you quite a bit more, actually, if I am being honest. Your company is a welcome change to my family's."

And then he found a book... Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. "Ahhh, Frankenstein. This is a good novel."