Books are meant to be read, [ He murmurs as he tips his head to the side, watching Alex with a curious smile. Easily picking up on the thoughts and signals, of Alex's own caution and worry. ] So long as you read them when you take them, I don't mind. [ Which is the truth, he loves his books; but not for the cost or prize of owning the ones he did, but rather for the words written on the pages, the comfort and knowledge contained within them. He would never stop someone else from reading if he had no good reason, and Alex seemed to enjoy reading his books so why not? So long as they were cared for Charles didn't care if they went to him or the library. ] Take care of them, read them and I don't mind.

[ He blinks a little at the model plane, curious, plucking it up from his hand so he could look it over. A wider smile touches his lips as he flicks the propeller and watches it spin for several seconds before he returns his gaze to Alex. ] It's very well done. [ He mimes the plane flying for a moment, watching the little propeller twirl again before he held it back out to Alex. ] You're very good at that, it looks just like a tiny plane.