but he seemed to have come on a long way . when his voice drifted over her , she fixed her attention on the pencil cup , willing her gaze to stay there . `` well , why do n't you let me take you out ? '' he must err on the side of excess . basil took the book and led the way into the library , which looked as if it had books on every topic under the sun . as if this is his home and i 'm the uninvited party . but my blood runs in your veins . 