"Didn't much far for American football to start," he added with a grin, looking at her book carefully. He'd never been one for fantasy novels, though he sometimes flipped through their pages. Swords and magic wasn't really that far of a leap from their reality, which made it much harder to enjoy. Particularly when he took exception to how magic users generally went about their business.

He looked back at his book, though, snorting a little. "Uh, nothing much. Just some book my grandmother sent. You know, one you can't find over here in the States." Which was an utter lie. He'd found it at a large chained book store and thumbed through it before going home to order it online. He didn't even understand why possessed him to buy it, seeing that nothing in the story held any particular interest. And it was horribly graphic, enough so that he sometimes quit reading because he felt uneasy.

"Bit graphic, really," he said after a bit. "Don't even know why I keep reading. Just...can't seem to stop myself."