Initially, she has no intention of hitting the man, none at all, in fact, if given the chance she would have lowered the book herself but before she can even entertain the idea it’s pushed down and away, with a sturdy hand held in place lower than she would have liked. “Why should I trust you?!” she demands to know, and now she’s not so sure if she should let go or not Slender fingers wrap themselves tighter around the spine of the book and her stance changes, feet shoulder width apart. “how about you let go of the book—” she challenges, because hell, if he really wasn’t a threat, he’d have no trouble in letting it go, in letting her go, in letting them continue on their own merry way.
He let out a sigh once he realized she seemed to be filled with too much adrenaline to even listen to him. “Because you did burst into my shop and this is technically my book.” He spoke calmly, yet with a firm and strong resolution. Once having finished his words he motioned for the book in both their hands. “Do you have any reason not to believe me?” He questioned without entirely expecting an answer. He didn’t care much for those who went through his shop on a daily basis but all this changed once the books he had, oh so difficultly, gotten his hands on where in the midst of a possible damage .