[Reynard has done a lot of things in his life, he's been to a lot of places - many of them shady by most definitions - but he can count the times he has actually entered a library on one hand.
He can read, certainly, he can write, but neither are things he indulges in more often than necessary. Not active enough, perhaps, not involved enough.
But here he is, looking for Belle. And even if the library had been full of people, he would have headed straight for her, trusting his nose more than his eyes.]
Sir Belle?
[He can fake manners with the best of them and so he bows his head before her, though his eyes never leave her face.]
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He can read, certainly, he can write, but neither are things he indulges in more often than necessary. Not active enough, perhaps, not involved enough.
But here he is, looking for Belle. And even if the library had been full of people, he would have headed straight for her, trusting his nose more than his eyes.]
Sir Belle?
[He can fake manners with the best of them and so he bows his head before her, though his eyes never leave her face.]
I didn't know I was that lucky.