Benjamin swallowed, peering over her shoulder as she lifted the lid to the box careful not to linger too close lest the Beauty catch a chill. He smiled seeing some of those books being unearthed. He could remember sitting curled up in front of the fireplace with them. His family learned long ago that books and things to write with were the gifts that he would be happiest with, and many of these were gifts from them. Most of the books had annotations scribbled in the margins, specific quotes underlined. If anyone wanted to truly know who I was, they'd have to look no further than those books, he mused to himself. To her statements he responded respectively: 'yes.mine.', and 'apologies inadvance.' nothing to her third statement as he was blushing and was a rather humble man, instead putting down an ellipses and freezing when he saw the envelope. Gulping, he followed her down.