["Not like I fucking can". That's certainly an interesting way of phrasing that. Quentin's mouth quirks downward in mild displeasure. He takes a sip of his champagne as he continues. Underrated perk of telepathy: talking and drinking at the same time.]
/Are... you saying you'd force me if you could?/
[He's not.... entirely sure why that bothers him as much as it does. She's right that she can't force him. He's a stronger telepath and would be even with her powers fully functional. That's not the point. It just... It doesn't—shouldn't—matter. It's never mattered, not any of the times the Cuckoos have asked things of him. Why does it matter now?]
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/Are... you saying you'd force me if you could?/
[He's not.... entirely sure why that bothers him as much as it does. She's right that she can't force him. He's a stronger telepath and would be even with her powers fully functional. That's not the point. It just... It doesn't—shouldn't—matter. It's never mattered, not any of the times the Cuckoos have asked things of him. Why does it matter now?]