[He's naive, not stupid. Had Quentin not taken them outside, anyone would be able to see that their current situation didn't look like a comfortable one.

For either of them, really.]

That might be putting it mildly. [He rubbed a hand over a couple of the marks on his neck, the pad of his thumb lingering at a mouth-shaped bruise as he moved to lean the elbow of his free limb on the nearby banister.] I have no idea how far you've gotten with someone, but all of what happened last night was entirely new to me. [There it had been, admittance tumbling from his lips like a streaming faucet with no 'off' handle.]