A hot nerd

There is a boy looking at you. You could only describe him as a hot nerd. Despite his glasses and total lack of fashion sense he is still a total spunk, and he is defiantly looking at you with interest. Suddenly he stands up and begins to walk toward you. You are torn between waiting for this Adonis is spectacles to come and talk to you or grabbing the book and getting out of here in case it has something to do with his interest in you.

You choose the former as you decide that even if it is the book that has caught his interest you don't care if it means he'll talk to you.

"Hello" he says in a upper-crust British voice that makes you weak in the knees and tingly between the legs. "I couldn't help noticing your book. The Eronomicon isn't it? I was unaware that any copies made it to the new world or, if they did, that they survived the Puritan purges, especially given their subject matter. Should you wish to conduct any of the rituals requiring a male or opposite gender partner I would be happy to offer my services, I especially recommend the coupling of souls, although I may be a little biased since it was my first time with a woman ? Oh my word, forgive me, I haven't even introduced myself. Henry Drake ... Yes I know, "You're a wizard Harry" Trust me it's been done to ****, especially by my sisters. Then again I probably gave them Hell about their names too. Ophelia, Desdemona, Beatrice, Miranda ... my parents were fans of the bard."