Elizabeth laughs, squeezing Ivan's wrists in appreciation for his hyperbole. He did have that 'Prince Charming' quality to him, Elizabeth can't deny that-- it's how charming he actually is that gives Elizabeth tiny pause. Is she going too far, kissing him on the cheek and resting her head against his chest and hauling him around the library?

Maybe... Elizabeth reaches through the blanket and pulls the book into their little two-person cocoon. "A Christmas Carol-- it seemed the right thing, given how cold it's been." She pauses, bites her lip. "...Ivan, you don't... want anything from me aside from my company, do you?"