He turns his head a little, regarding Jim more with one eye than the other over a sardonic smile. "Yess, I am terribly offended at the gift of more books," he laughs, "we shall meet at dawn on the field of honor!"

But he can't keep up his teasing long, there are new books within his grasp--and such books they are! He crosses to them, running the blunted tips of his claws over them with care before lifting the topmost. "Oh! Such heft!" Opening the book he chose, he takes a moment to flip through the pages admiringly. "Such fine paper! Such clear ink, and tidy handwriting. Ah! And these illuminations are so vivid, so lifelike!" More soberly, he glances to Jim. "Are you certain you wish to part with such fine tomes?"