You mean fight spirits and talk about wine and accessories to your face? Yeah, he'd like that.

[And he tries to keep his voice level, neutral, but something soft and sappy might sneak in anyway, at least until Quentin snaps his eyes back to the darkness ahead and the rustling of underbrush.]

Maybe once we find shelter? I don't know how your magic works with mine? But, where I'm from, we can combine our magic? Cooperative spells and things like that. Maybe it works with yours too.