To say he could refuse you anything would have been a lie.
Of course, Daemon would have never even thought to speak such a lie. So, it made perfect sense to him that he oblige your most humble, and cute, request.
"Read to me."
And read he shall.
He bade you pick a book, and took some small amount of pleasure in having you bring it to him. He'd only give a soft, near inaudible chuckle and let a smirk curl on his lips as he took hold of the book, and examined the cover.
"An interesting choice . . ." He mumbled, most amusedly. With, perhaps, a dramatic sigh -- he would open the cover, flip past the boring bits about the author, and whatever dedication -- and open to the start.
With a glance towards you, he raised a solitary, expectant brow.
"You should make yourself comfortable. I'll not read to an inattentive audience." The prince was teasing, though that was only so clear by the way his eyes narrowed impishly - and that small smirk which lingered. He would have read to you, even if you paid no attention at all.
"Sit close, Γ±uha raqiarzy."