Sounds like they would be well-served by finding a new editor, though they certainly have the spirit.

[Which means he certainly doesn't disapprove of the book's contents, even if he's having a brief laugh at its expense. However, he's not here to play literary critic, and with the novel itself cast aside his attention is fully on the young woman beside him, on how it feels to have her so close after much too much time apart. He feels almost compelled to turn his face into her side and bury it against the warmth of her as she stands, but manages to restrain himself— if only just, and watches her patiently as she goes about tying her ribbon around her wrist.]

Suppose I hadn't given it much thought before now, myself.

[Still, he does want to. He almost remarks that he's surprised she would let him do anything for her, but thinks better of it as he offers a somewhat softer smile in response, carefully swinging his legs over the side of the bed so that he can stand alongside her, running his hands over her shoulders as he draws back up to his full height.]

Turn around?