The amount of books that the Thorne Summoned all naturally consume when they're first brought in is exceptional, really. That natural pull to find some semblance of knowledge in the books, like their eyes are the particular ones to read just barely, correctly, between the lines in order to gleam something of value.

Lucifer had defaulted to the fairytales--his closest equivalent to the Bible--in hopes that some inane creation story had been between those lines.

He was sorely disappointed, but he never told Yennefer that she was right.

He never told Yennefer a lot of things and really, he maybe should.

It's... fine. If he doesn't.

Most anyone that's been residing in the gardens have been a backdrop of scenery to Lucifer. Something to not care about.

He does, however, notice her. Whatever... she's supposed to be. Approximation. Human-shaped.

But... not. Off enough that she chimes somewhere, still, in his dulled senses.

He's worked in silence for quite awhile as she reads. Doesn't acknowledge her. Moves about the area with a careful, building precision. He doesn't want it to take so much of his focus, but he falls into the act of gardening far-too easily. There's a joke here, somewhere.

She's still just... corner of his eye abnormality. Something he tries not to notice, but there.

It is, eventually, that he asks--not trying for rude, but there's no other way that the question could be interpreted--"What are you, anyway?"