Much to Mira's exasperation... Yes.

"...you've read the Harry Potter books, right?" he asked Mira as they walked about, passing the Fantasy section.

"Of course!" Mira nodded with a grin. "I'm a Ravenclaw and everything! Those internet personality tests said so— no way they'd be wrong." Her enthusiasm dimmed, but didn't vanish. She was full of bubbling energy for some reason, like a shot of espresso had been injected in her veins. "I'm not particularly happy with the way it's going since the main books ended, but they were my whole childhood!" She bounced on her heels for a moment. "Why'd you ask?"

"Eh, just wondering if I should buy you a set, they were my childhood too... Even if I despise the direction their author is going in her political views as of late. Love the art, hate the artist I say," he remarked with a grimace.

"Yeah." Her mouth twisted in distaste. "I already have a full set of hardcovers from my childhood and I still feel a little gross for giving her money..." Mira shook it off and skipped forward to walk next to Markus.

He smiled down at her as she took his hand in hers and swung it between them as they walked. She had always been a pleasant tenant/roommate, cheerful in a snarky way, but never this...bouncy. Markus decided he liked the change in her demeanor.

"Thanks for the offer though! You don't need to buy me anything y'know?" A worried frown crossed her lips and she stopped to look up at him. "This is hardly a traditional relationship. We're friends and roommates first, fuck buddies second. I'm not good with real romance and commitment." She bit her lip and wrung her hands behind her back, thinking, Did I give him the wrong idea? I don't wanna ruin this!

"That's fine... but I would still like to spend time doing these sorts of things with you," he told her. When her grin returned, he shifted the topic back to something lighter. "You know what's funny when you reread the first book, actually?" he chuckled.

"What?" Mira asked, blinking in confusion.

"You remember about midway through the book, when Fred and George enchanted snowballs to pelt the back of Quirrel's turban?" He asked with an amused grin.

"Yeah, it's one of those things where it's just a of funny sidenote the first time through, but on a re-read it feels totally different." She tilted her head up to look him in the eyes, a growing suspicion for... Something in the back of her mind. "Where're you going with this?"

"... you remember what was under that turban, right?" he asked, barely contained amusement in his tone.

She was only even more mystified. "... Yes? Voldemort's face. It is kinda silly that wizard Hitler was hiding on the back of a school teacher's head, but kid's book."

Markus just snorted as he held back a chuckle, still smirking.

Mira put her hands on hips, almost annoyed. "C'mon. Tell me what the joke is here. You're making me all self-conscious."

"You haven't put it together?" Markus was chuckling fully now, belly shaking and his words occasionally interrupted. "Fred and George were basically hitting Voldemort in the face! With snowballs! And they didn't even know they got one over on him!" He grinned at the thought of Voldemort, the big bad Dark Lord, being **** to endure the sheer indignity of being pelted with snowballs, and not being able to do a damn thing about it if he wanted to maintain his cover.

"That's it?" Mira groaned and put her face in her hands, feeling her eyebrows twitch. "You're such a dork!" She sighed and started mock-punching Markus in the arm. "I thought there was some clever joke you were waiting for me to get! That's what I said earlier about it being different on a reread!"

"Sorry, it's just one of my favorite hidden jokes," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "You weren't exactly specific either," he added, rubbing his arm, mostly for show, but her little fists stung! "Thought you might have missed it somehow or forgotten."

Her head thunked into his shoulder. "I didn't think I needed to be specific!" Mira started giggling. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Hey! I'm roguishly handsome!" He protested, running a hand through his blue hair to smooth it.

"I wasn't talking about your appearance..." By hopping onto her toes for a second, she ruffled his hair and slipped away before he could retaliate. "Alright. Seriously, what's the plan here? Are we just browsing?"

"Browsing, yes, but don't hesitate to buy anything that catches your fancy," he grinned. "...just so we're clear though, I'm not for sale," he added jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'm not into that side of things." Mira grinned and snatched up a popular romance novel that had a silhouette of a collared and leashed woman on the cover. "I much prefer being bought~" She set the book back down and winked. "You get a discount though!"

He laughed, and said, "What's the price tag? I buy you that book?"

"Oh, no! I've never actually paid a dime to read anything smutty. I much prefer finding stuff online. You have to dig, but it's full of gems you can't find in a store..." Her hips swayed as she slipped further down the aisle, away from the security camera. With a smirk over her shoulder she raised one leg in a small feat of flexibility until her toes were pointed above her head. Mira held her pose for a long few seconds, drinking in the feeling of red eyes locked on her spread open vulva, clad in nothing but transparent black and blue lace. Mira found herself slightly surprised at how easy it was, she tended to wobble more when she held this pose. Then her leg fell back into place and she smoothed her skirt over her thighs. "And your discount is your dick~ Just swipe it through the provided slot!" She winked and turned the corner, stifling a giggle at the shocked look still plastered on Markus' face.

The man himself shook his head and followed a few seconds later, a hand down his pants to adjust his sudden erection. "Does that girl ever turn it off?"

Her head poked over a nearby shelf. "Nope!"