[There's a long, long list of things Quentin would rather do than "finish that thought to Sophie's face". Like throw himself into the sun. Or take an acid bath. Or sit through another five hour long philosophy rant from Magneto. All vastly preferable options.]
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/It's fine. I lost my temper, that's all. Sorry. You want a blanc de blancs or...? I'm partial to rosé myself./