Clint was really quite unsure why Mrs. Skeeter was acting in such a manner, almost as though she were angry with him for giving her such a present. Surely, a woman who had spent as much time in their line of work could appreciate a classic and vintage text on one of the main beasts they dealt with in their line of work. Instead, she seemed as though she'd seen a ghost or like he'd suddenly sported fangs himself!

"I don't really know why you'd think this was funny," he answered a bit tentatively, eyeing her with obvious confusion and maybe even a hint of concern, "I just thought you'd appreciate such a classic of a book considering all the years you've put into making this department what it was." Because when all else fails, flattery is the course to go. If that didn't work, he'd simply high tail it out of there because clearly he'd done something wrong and he didn't have a clue what it was.