[ quentin has just hoisted himself out of the pool near the deeper end, coming to stand upright and head back to get another drink when he feels the hand on his arm and he turns, blinks down at pretty little blond thing with a wide smile. it takes him aback enough that he laughs, brows raised. ]

Oh, who am I to refuse the lady of the sands?

[ it's been a while - he'd talked to her briefly on the network, he knows, and had koby keenly point her out one day some time ago. ]

Or the offering of rites and visions. I hope the vision is a good one, one with me in it perhaps, your drink, and other fantastical things. What were you drinking? Or should I surprise you?