That makes his face heat up a little- but he just goes and digs out the book, pulls off the wrapping paper (homemade, doodled with foxes and snowflakes, he shoves that into the dresser drawer quickly) and opens up the book, clears his throat, and reaches for his own tea. One deep swallow, then he settles in, and begins.

He loses himself. He will absolutely read to him until he's hoarse.