He glances at her and wonders if the rest of the houses are like this, too. What is the point of it? He doesn't get it.

"That sounds like a pain in the ass," he mutters over the book, completely fine by splitting his concentration between her and the text. "What's a Horace?" That makes him arch his brows and give her a curious look. That Liv chick looked like she wouldn't let anything follow her around and get in her way, to be honest.

The question finally makes him close the book and empty his glass with a smile. "No, not right now. But I'm a shapeshifter, luv, I could have. Or six fingers. Three heads. Natural chitin armour. Wings. A giant... You get the point."