[Quentin looks up again, looking her over, and she's still very, very pretty. Dark hair cascading down her back and wide, pretty eyes. And suddenly he misses Julia fiercely. She would have known how to whip all of these people in to shape, with her kindness and a swift kick in the ass, if she needed to. She never did to a whole lot.
Licking his lips, Quentin quirks an eyebrow and shrugs.] Not that it matters much here, though, does it? My friend Eliot- [he stops to nod his head at Eliot, standing tall in the middle of the room, talking loudly.] was a king once. [Aaand back to business.] Well, we're trying not to die again? So, there's that going on. But. Why isn't anyone asking the real questions? Why isn't anyone asking about our... [side eyeing her a little before he goes on] magic. Or powers. Several people have them.
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[Quentin looks up again, looking her over, and she's still very, very pretty. Dark hair cascading down her back and wide, pretty eyes. And suddenly he misses Julia fiercely. She would have known how to whip all of these people in to shape, with her kindness and a swift kick in the ass, if she needed to. She never did to a whole lot.
Licking his lips, Quentin quirks an eyebrow and shrugs.] Not that it matters much here, though, does it? My friend Eliot- [he stops to nod his head at Eliot, standing tall in the middle of the room, talking loudly.] was a king once. [Aaand back to business.] Well, we're trying not to die again? So, there's that going on. But. Why isn't anyone asking the real questions? Why isn't anyone asking about our... [side eyeing her a little before he goes on] magic. Or powers. Several people have them.