Nathan glanced at the paper for a moment, gave a brief nod, and was about to settle back on the book he'd been flipping through when he looked again. And this time it held his gaze firmly.

Living men sometimes had a way of being far more captivating than decimated bodies.

"... Really?"

The book on history was all but forgotten now, and the magazine was in his hands as he read the cover story. And then opened it. And read the article. He wouldn't be long, really. This was just...

He smiled, then. And nodded as he put the magazine down again.

And maybe, for a moment, he even let himself look a little proud.

"I hope, then, that this is a class we'll get to keep on the syllabus."