Lost in his own thoughts for a moment, Quin nearly missed what she said. He filtered it through his foggy brain before coming to the realization that he certainly had not misheard.

He sputtered a little, sitting forward to let out a cough before looking at her, tentative blue eyes on hers. Of all the things she could have said, he had not been expecting that.

Percy would kill him.

"You can't... you must be joking. What about what's-his-face?" He kept his tone as even as the alcohol would let him, not wanting for it to sound like an accusation or anything. How he'd never noticed was astounding. Then again he had just admitted obliviousness was a major character flaw of his... Quin was also well aware of her fiance's name, but the bloke had never been a stellar choice in his opinion. Maybe it was that feeling akin to brotherly affection that he felt for her, but he'd never said anything because she seemed outwardly alright.