"Nay. Romance is born of subtlety, yearning, and the chase! This seems to start with the- ah..." He flips to the first page, staring down at it for a second.

"If you would explain what is happening here, exactly?"

He moves in pretty close, shielding oncoming foot-traffic from what he's looking at here.

"'Tis no real fault of your own. What romance could be conveyed in a mere ten pages?"