Cyril came and sat next to her, comfortable in the idea that she wouldn't mind the company too terribly much. "They've yet to create a creature that can best Merrick," he said with full confidence. He wasn't confident that there was a 'they' that created the creatures of the world, but he knew that Merrick could handle anything that the world tossed at him.

"I wanted to show you what we got today." He shifted his weight a bit so that he could pull out a book. On the cover was a drawing of a very handsome human man holding a demur, brown haired elf. It was a classic, cheesy romance novel made from a little known artist. "The sex in this is terribly written, but I thought you might get a chuckle or two."