"Do I feature often?" he asked. "In your most salacious imaginings, am I reading a book?" He turned his book over, inspecting the title. The motion made her realize that it was a book from the library. The Muggle library. This revelation, the cherry on top of the everything else, caused her mind to stutter over a sudden rush of attraction. "On second thought, I probably do read books in your sexy dreams. You are truly depraved. Novel-reading and sitting in the woods. Get your mind out of the gutter."