The book bounces off a shelf and clatters to the ground at Tyrion's feet. He has, with the permission of the librarians, commandeered a small rolling stepladder, which he pushes about, and which would probably have saved him a book in the face had the book come that close anyway. He peers at the man who threw the book with less caution than appreciation. It's good to be passionate about books. But... what book is this.

Wordlessly, he turns the stepladder, seats himself on the lowest step, and picks up the book, leafing through it.

"Yes, I'd throw that too," he concludes after only a few pages.