Campanella was listening, enraptured. And eating. Quickly.
The eating was calculated on his part - he couldn't pressure the Guardian about the nature of the book he had killed for, not with a mouth full of food. He managed a grunt in agreement with Avis proposal while he slowed (and chewed).
The Moros caused a long pause while he finished chewing. He raised a fist to his lips and coughed politely.
"Books. Theatre. Car Parks."
Another pause.
"I've already chosen from Briar Rose's set."
A coy smile.