Looking around nervously in each and every corner for a sign of the dreadfully beautiful elf, Scipio continues to edge after Teren as she approaches the table. He's not quite looking when he sets down his stack of books, which means he misses the edge of the table, and for a moment nearly drops his heavy burden--only to nudge it forward, still looking around for threats. Sensing darkspawn is not the same as knowing when a terrifying elf with the beauty of a goddess might step from the shadows and lay bare the mind.

He remembers then to look around at Teren and the librarian, as he becomes aware of their gazes, Teren's like a knife, the librarian's like... Ah. Well.

Carefully, with a smile, Scipio tips the books onto the table. His is a softer charm, disguising his fear. "My apologies. It was a mis-understanding, yes? But they are here now, your books. Safety returned." He gives their spines a gentle pat. "Enjoy them, bella."