"You see, bookstores are often organized by category and the one I'd like to peruse is over," he gestured dismissively toward the other end of the aisle that she was indeed taking up most of between the child and her skirts. "There." Could he have backtracked and gone around the long way? Sure. Did he really want to? No. Plus now he felt like being purposefully obstinate, even if speaking with Drusilla was bad for his health. Not to mention, he could go the rest of his life without getting within ten feet of her. That would be nice.

He was feeling a little vindictive now and had plenty of time to waste. "I suppose I can wait." He shrugged, leaning casually against the end of the bookshelf closest to him.