Shrieky is really quite engrossed in learning about the dragon types, and slowly picking out the words as Tyrion reads them aloud. He glances up at Tyrion's offer, and after a moment's hesitation, gives a ponderous nod.

"I would like that. When should we meet again?"

He taps his fingertips lightly on the edge of the table, waiting for Tyrion's answer. The soothing power of having something read to him was already put Tyrion quite high up Shrieky's list of favorite people in Baedal.