[ quentin laughs softly, tilting his head back and obeying every little nudge and command the other man offers. it's easy to - there's a certain sort of soft charm to his unsuspecting caretaker, and he looks down the bridge of his nose at koby's face. he's not particularly pleased with himself in reality, but hey, his helper doesn't need to know that. ]

I'm pleased it was a victory. Pleased I have also been given the finest medicine man this place has to offer. And what excellent explanations - a wound can sting?

[ there's a tired laugh in his voice, but he doesn't move in fact. he stays put, head tilted in perfect reach of the other. ]

A sailor of sorts. A whole life spent on the water and I'm only just learning today that cuts can sting.