You know what? I did, and it was really fucking amazing for a while there.

[Boat quest, and it was more than a year ago, but sometimes, thinking about it before things went to shit and before Benedict died-- it had been really great. The open sea, the scent of salt in the air.

Smiling at the memory, Quentin swings his feet under the table, shuffling them around until the tip of his shoe rests against Eliot's.]

Oh I'll swing a sword for you, if you want. You can show me what you've learn so far.