( humming sweetly as she thinks it over, jinx holds the reading material behind her back. at first, she stands there innocently until she's on the move again; hips swaying as she does so. her gaze fly over to the other bookshelves for a brief minute -- a casual index trail along its wooden structure to suppress a curiosity if she can truly feel it or it's something only he can. )

Is it like havin' a buncha needles jammed into your veins? 'Cuz I know how that feels like. Wouldn't recommend it if ever ya wanna give it a go.