Not having fear might be a gift at some moments, but watching Quentin laugh about everything doesn't really feel like it. This seems more like a curse.

He nods, managing something like a smile. Sort of anyway, given the circumstances and that his back is still in loads of pain, "Good. We can bring the fight to them, and maybe learn something in the process."

Looking at those claws again he smirks, "Or at least get some revenge for what's happening."