"I didn't think you couldn't read. I just thought you weren't the type whou would actually pass time by reading. Given your general character, such a peaceful pastime somehow doesn't seem to be likely to interest you."

At his next comment she gave a confused glance at the stack of books under her arm. "Many books?" she echoed, genuinely confused. While she was hardly as fond of books as Aziraphale was -- she doubted anybody could -- when she did read, she read a lot. In her opinion, literature was to be used in large amounts.

"I didn't think it was too heavy," she said as she started placing the books back into the shelves where she had taken them from -- at the same time returning their covers back to the original ones. "And angels in general have a very good balance. I might have thought twice if I'd had to climb stairs on the way, but I hardly think these books could make me fall during such a short walk down the corridor."

She glanced sideways at Loki. "Why do you care what happens to my baby, anyway? I'd rather expect you to be glad whenever I unknowingly put it at risk. If I lost my baby, it would mean one reason less for Odin to be protective about me." At the mere thought of losing her baby, she shivered. No, that could not happen.

Maybe she'd take less books this time.