I growl and my eyes turn from the pitch black to the crimson and I glare at him before chillaxing "its just attraction... It will go away..." I mumble then nod in victory although it was a useless nod.

He shrugs. "If you say so." Plodding over to the fallen book, he picks it up and tilts his head. "How should I put this back. . ." he mutters to himself.

I look at him in amusement as he contemplated on how to put a book away, I shake my head "where do you want to put it...?" I say raising an eye brow.

"Well, where it belongs, obviously. . ." Sibnele mutters. "On second thought, I'm going to get the ladder." He walks behind his desk, where there is a large closet. Swinging open the wooden door, he yanks out a collapsible shelf ladder - the older-fashioned kind with wheels on top.

I face palm and shake my head "I meant what spot... Maybe I coulda helped..." I say mumbling.

"I don't need your help, mortal," Sibnele says, effortlessly lifting the ladder into place. Holding the book in one hand, he scrambles up and slides it into place, then shimmies back down.

"Okay okay but still... Asking for help once in a while doesnt hurt... It wont destroy you're ego god boys with their damn egos..." I mutter more to myself.

"Oh no, my masculinity," Sibnele says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "What will I do now???"

He glances around the room, hands twitching. After a few seconds, he sits back down on the chair. "I could really go for a drink. . ." he mutters.

I sigh and shift into a lizard again climbing up the fire mantle and settle down.

Sibnele glances at his hand, then raises it. Flexing his fingers, a shadow flickers in between, and melds into a bottle identical to the ones he had thrown out.

Slightly surprised it hadn't drained him very much, Sibnele quickly flicks off the top and chugs the entire bottle in about two seconds.