When he stared at the cover, there was an unreadable regard in his eyes.

It's been a while since he read that heroic myth in an old, worn handwritten book... and he noticed the message conveyed in it. He wasn't offended... absolutely. Meanwhile, Elektra approached Oliver with a lengthy meow and rubbed herself against his legs with endearing dedication.

Saga closed his eyes as if he were thinking of something, then he looked at Oliver once more with a thankful little smile. "I like it. This one is much better than the one I used to have." Now there was a good reason to re-read it. It meant so much to him.