Q (Continued from 7/16/2014 meeting in cafe)

[goodfellow]

Q covered Rob's hand with his own, guiding it higher and then turning away. With his attention focused back out the window, it was hard to believe he'd said anything at all. Q was so terribly good at appearing disinterested and calm.

It was, actually, terribly impressive how Quentin pretended not to care as with that encouragement Robin slid his hand higher. Determined to get some reaction out of him, he began to very lightly massage his groin, and then leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I'm going to make you forget your own name. More than once. I'd start now if this were a longer trip."

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[goodfellow]

Robin looked at him for a second and then asked, "Is he human?

He had no idea if Quentin was clued into the supernatural world. He honestly didn't care. Worst case, he thought Robin was crazy or joking. But if the stalker was an actual threat Robin wanted to know about it.

[quartermaster_q]

"Yes, yes he's human. ...God, I hope he is. He was terrifying as a man, I can't imagine what he'd be like as a vampire or something," Q frowned, shuddering at the thought. "He's just- terribly clever, and dreadfully vicious. I'm clever, alright, but even I used to feel like a dunce around him."

[goodfellow]

Well, that answered that question at least. Good, because Robin didn't like actually making a serious effort to pretend to be human.

"You're more than clever," he said, and walked back into the kitchen so he could get the tea. "So that's saying something. Do you want him dead?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Q said, looking somewhat putt off by that. It was one thing when Bond offered to end people, it was quite another when someone who sold themselves as a 'businessman' offered. It unsettled the Quartermaster, and he studied Rob with sharp eyes.

[goodfellow]

Robin walked over with two cups of tea, and arched a brow at Quentin's expression. "I wasn't offering, I was asking," he said dryly. "I like you quite a lot, though I'm not sure I like you that much." Because Robin was not an assassin; he could defend himself if need be but he didn't go around killing people. If that needed done, he'd hire someone. And getting that done well was both very risky and very, very expensive.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm still pretending you didn't say that," Q replied flatly. "My understanding was that we don't confide in one another Rob, that's not how this works."

[goodfellow]

"Right," said Robin.

What, was he going to complain? It wasn't like he cared or something. That's not how this worked with anyone.

"Drink your tea," he said, holding the cup out, though he set his aside on the table so that he could draw a hand down Quentin's side instead.

[quartermaster_q]

Q said nothing at first, but thanked him with a nod as he took the cup and sat back down in an attempt to calm himself.

"I apologize, I'm not good company tonight," he admitted. "Perhaps I should go while you still have time to salvage your night," he offered, being perfectly genuine. There was no reason for Rob's night to be spoiled by this.

[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't exactly in the mood to try to salvage his night, as it were.

"Of course if you want to leave I won't stop you," he said. "But are you sure you don't want to let me distract you?" It wasn't exactly a kindness so much as genuine desire on his part. Well. Perhaps a little bit of kindness as he really would prefer to see the other man relax.

[quartermaster_q]

Q honestly didn't think he could relax- nor reach any state of arousal in his current mood.

It felt as if the walls were closing in on him as Terrance seeped slowly into his life, appearing and vanishing, like some sort of malicious spirit.

"I apologize," he said again, trying to be kind as he refused the other man.

[goodfellow]

Robin took a step back, and nodded.

"Then I'll call you a cab after you finish your tea."