That moment you’re reading about new (to you) gods and forget which realm you’re in and when you read one name in particular the avatar of that god which was waiting for the proper time to make his dramatic entrance slides into the booth next to you trying to physically intimidate you into meek submission and without turning your head, eyes, or attention you say:
“Don’t. Start.”
Followed by the avatar mumbling an apology and leaving you reading in peace.
Seriously. It’s the library. This is not the place. Ever. Certainly not with me.
(For the curious, it was Khaos.)