He latches onto the last- because of everything he has the time and patience for, books are the one thing he could manage before the week, nay, the day is out.

"What kind of books? I've quite a collection of my own, now. Who would have thought having less time to bed two lovely men would give me the desire to read?" It still puzzled him. This way he would never, ever, ever try this again and Law might let him go in one piece. Maybe.