"I do not believe one can steal from their own home... I take it, you are a new roommate of mine."
Isaac frowned. "You're... You're kidding me. Honestly? I..." He shook his head. This isn't happening. Some weird roommate? This has to be the last thing I need. "Isakiel Adrian Woods." He shook Oliver's hand, sighing. "And you are right. The pleasure is entirely yours."
He was about to comment on his appearance once more, hoping to make a rude joke out of it, but Isaac heard creaking floorboards and looked around. He saw a girl walking into the room, and dropped to a bow, as he was always taught to do. A wise man steps lighter when there are women about. He straightened slowly, considering momentarily how his dress would have offended his father; light grey sweatpants, and a flannel plaid shirt, unbuttoned still from his drive.
Only momentarily, until Isaac remembered that his father was probably dead or drunk in some hole, and the last person he would care about was precisely that man.
"Hello. I am Casandra. You are free to borrow from my books as long as you tell me first." Isaac smiled, a true grin, because he knew that she would have books he was interested in. Not that I'm one to take advantage of another person, but the offer has been laid on the table, and I'm quite interested.
When she started to walk away, he hurried to follow, casting one last glance over his shoulder at Oliver before leaving the kitchen. "Casandra! I was wondering, uh... I was wondering if you had any books that are music-related." He grinned nervously, running a hand through his hair. "And my name's Isakiel Adrian Woods. B-but call me Isaac," he added hastily. "And I'd also like to thank you for your offer."