Surprise tightened around Prometheus' eyes, and a reflexive offense about his lips. He'd spoken the truth. He likely would not purchase this book today, but that did not mean he'd not intended to page through it a little longer. She held her hand out to him with clear expectation. The same way one might ask a dog to relinquish a sock. Prometheus had never been quick to take offense, but that... well, that was rather rude, in truth.
"I had intended to continue," Prometheus answered, passing the book almost absentmindedly to his opposite hand, "and determine whether I wish to purchase it myself." Curious, he thought to himself, that a woman like her would have any need at all of so niche a volume. For one momentary pause Prometheus tried once more to parse her face. Surely, a woman of such interests he'd have remembered... but nothing came to mind.
He would, at least, remember her now.
"But if it is that important to you," with a sigh, he placed the book carefully into her palm.
"I had intended to continue," Prometheus answered, passing the book almost absentmindedly to his opposite hand, "and determine whether I wish to purchase it myself." Curious, he thought to himself, that a woman like her would have any need at all of so niche a volume. For one momentary pause Prometheus tried once more to parse her face. Surely, a woman of such interests he'd have remembered... but nothing came to mind.
He would, at least, remember her now.
"But if it is that important to you," with a sigh, he placed the book carefully into her palm.