The book, and the general non-threateningness of the human, lures Some closer, despite the lantern. He grips the edge of the eave as he ducks out from under it, his too-long fingers stark against the faintly reflective thatch.

"May I see?" he asks, voice soft, when he's still over a body-length away from the human. Looming got him smacked by half a dozen servants at the castle before he learned not to do it, now he's corrected in the opposite extreme, all but crouching to make himsef smaller.