Tim's eyebrows shot up at the recognition of the quote. He actually hadn't really expected anyone to know it, even if every kid since 1900 had read Jane Eyre in high school and might have recognized a line or two. Still, it was attractive to Tim immediately, someone who could not only recognize the book but pull another line from it without a flinch. Even in his advanced classes at the university, nobody really cared enough to read that much. Only what was necessary to get by and graduate.

"You know good movies and books," he said, producing the ID, which showed he was nearing 22. "I'm impressed." And when he was handed the drink, it might be noticed that his elegant hands which should have never worked a day in their lives were calloused on the fingertips and palms, roughened over from use. As were his knuckles, and the fronts of the joints of his fingers, as if maybe he was into a fighting sport in his free time. As he accepted the drink, Tim squinted at the guy. "And you are... Look, I honestly can't tell if you're dressed up as an obscure literary reference or this is just your look." He grinned, teasing.