Maemion wasn't really paying attention to where he was going while walking and was more interested in the falling snow. The hide armour underneath the cloth was keeping him sufficiently warm and he had never really seen snow like this before. It was beautiful in a way, watching the small bits of snow fall next to the snowflakes. He smiled with a sense of comfort from watching them. Soon he was snapped out of his tantalizing dreamworld type phase and back into the real world of conversation. It turns out that the Breton girl had actually read the book, much to the delight of Maemion. 

He was happy to hear that the book was actually worth reading, he couldn't stand it when he purchased books only to find out they were written by some two-bit poser who thought they had the greatest ideas ever. He was also happy to find out that at least one other person in the group read books. He suspected the other Breton also did and possibly the Dunmer. When the Breton asked him if he read yet another grin appeared on his 'lips'.
"I do, I do, I also write though, I got published as well! I'm pretty big in Valenwood, not to brag and had a few hits here and there but-"He realized he was rambling.
"Sorry, I seem to have went on about myself, I'm not really that arrogant. I'm, Maemion by the way, not just 'Argonian'"he laughed.