"Sleaze?" Robin actually looked a little offended at that.

And that was quite a mood swing. No more whiskey for this one.

He leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Ask me what you like, kitten. I'm an open book - " Lie. "But I don't think you're really one to talk, hmm?" Vague and more vague was Quentin about his own life, which didn't actually bother Robin all that much.