[Quentin has barely any reaction to hearing his own voice echoing back at him. I mean... yeah. That's literally why she asked him to bring her the champagne today. That whole clusterfuck of a conversation.
He knows what she wants to talk about. He just doesn't know why.
But his eyebrows raise quizzically at her question, because that? That's a trap. That is so a trap. He chews on his lip for a moment, looks down at his champagne, and idly swirls it around in his glass.]
/Sounds like you don't need me to answer that for you./
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He knows what she wants to talk about. He just doesn't know why.
But his eyebrows raise quizzically at her question, because that? That's a trap. That is so a trap. He chews on his lip for a moment, looks down at his champagne, and idly swirls it around in his glass.]
/Sounds like you don't need me to answer that for you./
[Spoilers: it's both.]