She's right, of course, and Reid has to smile at that because he admires her eagerness for the unfamiliar, though it's hardly a surprise considering how endlessly curious she'd been within the context of her own written narrative. Sometimes it makes him uncomfortable to remember that he knows so much about her that she hasn't told him, though he thinks he'd done a fair job the first time they'd met of keeping a poker face intact. He's not sure whether it makes him a liar or not, to keep from her that he knows her story, but Hild has become more than just a literary figure that he'd known and appreciated; she's become a friend and because of that, there's so much more to learn about her than what he could gain from reading her novel again.

So he'll gladly leave it at that and resist the mild urge he's had to give the book another read. Sitting here with her and sharing news about their lives, this is something he doesn't do with many people, not even back home. He's grown to like it, even if he thinks he'll still prefer to keep his circle of closer friends relatively small.

"I am glad you do not seem too overwhelmed and as far as being a help goes, I have no doubt that you would be a good match once you are more accustomed to regularly speaking more modern English." He pauses, letting out a guilty laugh at the realization that continuing to speak in Latin is probably doing Hild no favors. "I'll try to speak more plainly, if that kind of immersion is more helpful for you."

Biting down on his lip, Reid's eyes flicker over his shoulder and in the direction of the store before they return to meet Hild's gaze. "Luke's a good man. I like him very much, too." His eyes widen a bit at the mention of marriage, if only because he'd momentarily lost himself in just how much he really likes look that it catches him off-guard before he's laughing again. "If you ever tell him that, please wait until I'm there. I'd love to see the look on his face when you do."