[Okay, well, that was a more... dramatic reaction than he was expecting. Quentin raises an eyebrow and looks puzzled as she starts looking more and more like a deer in headlights. So was she not asking him out? Then what was all the seductive sweet-talking crap? Talking about "no cure" and being obsessed and stuff. Doesn't sound like any kind of friends with benefits or casual fling situation to him. And anyway, if all she wanted was a hookup, she could've just gone for it without all this extra rigamarole. It's not like he's been particularly subtle about his interest in her. Hell, the first thing he did when they met was hit on her!
At least she apparently liked what he said? Even though he feels bizarrely like he ended up being the one to ask her out instead of the other way around, and he's so very, very confused about what the hell is going on.
Not that being confused is going to stop him from putting his arms around her and leaning down to kiss her like she requested, because... I mean, duh. There's a hot girl with her arms around his neck thinking sexy thoughts at him. He'd have to turn in his teenage boy card if he rejected that.
... Still, there's a smidge of concern in the back of his mind that he can't ignore. But fortunately, being a telepath comes with the perk of being able to multitask.
"Hey, I don't know what was up with you looking all kicked puppy before, but we should probably talk about it. Later, though. Um. You're very sexy."
Oh, barf. That's what he's going with? At least he used telepathy and avoided cringing twice as much from hearing that out loud.]
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At least she apparently liked what he said? Even though he feels bizarrely like he ended up being the one to ask her out instead of the other way around, and he's so very, very confused about what the hell is going on.
Not that being confused is going to stop him from putting his arms around her and leaning down to kiss her like she requested, because... I mean, duh. There's a hot girl with her arms around his neck thinking sexy thoughts at him. He'd have to turn in his teenage boy card if he rejected that.
... Still, there's a smidge of concern in the back of his mind that he can't ignore. But fortunately, being a telepath comes with the perk of being able to multitask.
"Hey, I don't know what was up with you looking all kicked puppy before, but we should probably talk about it. Later, though. Um. You're very sexy."
Oh, barf. That's what he's going with? At least he used telepathy and avoided cringing twice as much from hearing that out loud.]