Angie could only shrug. She wasn't sure if she'd surprised him by the comment or not, but Angie rarely said anything she didn't mean. Once upon a time, in another life it felt like now, they'd know one another fairly well and though the easy cadence to their relationship was a thing of the past, Ang wasn't so sure she believed much of what society had to say about him. She wasn't overly connected to the rumor mill these days, but it was hard to ignore a familiar name when it popped up around her.

"It's not a bad read, you know." Angie teased about Les Miserables, treading lightly. "But probably not your style and quite long." Angie sifted through the books in her hands until she came upon the adventure novel she'd picked out for herself. "I'd get something like this if you want to read something and get your wife some flowers instead." Maybe that was overstepping, but almost all women would prefer flowers over spite books, of that she was pretty sure.