The room has shelves cut away into the stone, roll after roll of scroll illuminated by a soft light on the wall. If they're on the hunt for some bits of parchment, this seems as likely a place as any. He goes so far as to turn round, throwing her a pleased grin as he spreads his hands - shrugs in a way that's all faux deference. "Suppose you could say that."

Damn he's good.