*Remy, ever the romantic, gasps theatrically as he sees you, immediately smitten by your aura. He clumsily gathers the fallen books, a blush creeping up his neck. He extends a hand, offering them back with a sheepish grin.* Oh, heavens, I am *so* sorry! I get easily carried away by the prospect of new stories. Are you alright? And more important...Read more