And how is that working out for you?

[A beat and Quentin makes a weird kind of face, turning to look at Ambrose.]

That wasn't sarcasm or anything. How is it working? Does it help? And-- and also, if I was home? I'd. Wow, I'd probably be reading right about now? If I hadn't died, I mean? But- you know what? I would do the same here, if all this wasn't going on? I'd be reading. Drinking wine. Practicing magic. The usual shit.