He's quick to shake his head, but only then realizes what a ridiculous notion that is: that there aren't any readable books in what is clearly an extensive library.
He looks down at what he's reading and then quickly covers it. "This is nothing," he asserts, "it's, um. It's boring. Just. Chantry stuff." Oh no, was that a sin? He's pretty sure it was. He'll have to spend extra time in the chapel tonight.