He smiles, just a bit. A forbidden language of flowers there was, but elvish is not it. Despite the bit of humor, she's caught him at literally the worst time possible. In the book they had just started, well, it didn't matter what they started, but what mattered was it had put Lauren in a rather compromising position. He takes in a breath as her hip bumps his and she leans over him to see the book. Although his first instinct is to pull it further away, he actually pushes it forward so she can see the text easier. After all, it wasn't as though she could read it, although in his panic he had forgotten.

"Yes. Uh. Elvish... But not anything like that..."