Stolas, if she is wearing short sleeves and can feel his own skin, is rather warm - like a person who's been near a fire or a hot stove. Despite that he isn't sweating and doesn't seem uncomfortable. He keeps his arm loose, so that if she wants to remove her own, she can.

"Wonderful!" He makes sure his own strides aren't too long, more or less just trying to keep pace with her. "It is. What cultures do you find yourself reading about the most?"

Stolas smiles warmly back.

"I will read anything and everything, really. But I enjoy fiction. Seeing stories that other people weave and trying to decipher where an idea they had came from - whether or not from their own life, or another story that they've read. Intertextuality is what that's called." The rambling has begun and Iphigenia probably could make a break for it, if she wanted. "Finding common threads - a character referencing a book that you've read, or quoting a poem that's a little less widely known. I don't mean to sound like I believe more obscure things are better," he elaborates, "It's just that it's always a welcome surprise to know that someone has read and remembered and enjoyed the same things as you."

... And Stolas wonders why some of the other fallen angels say he's a chatterbox.