Dracul plucked up a book on Albus' lap, flipping through it and holding it sideways. "I can't say I understand the interest in these strange pictures and texts. They do not make sense."
It wasn’t much of an exaggeration to say that Albus’s eyebrows nearly got lost in his hairline as he reacted to the other man’s lacking notion of ‘personal space’. The powerful vampire had just ‘appeared’ without any warning, leaving the researcher wishing he was more intune with sensing undead presences. Though startled, and naturally wary, he couldn’t help but curiously observe how one of his favorite books was being regarded with such disdain. ”Not everyone is fond of Frankenstein, I’m afraid. Too much science and would-be horror.” He said, discreetly shifting from his comfortable reclined position in his chair in favor of sitting up straight. “You’re not much for reading, are you?”
