Quin stood resolutely where he was, even as she approached, sucking in a breath he held when she offered up the gossip rag and a little pink letter. Truthfully, he'd gotten one, but it was well, lost in the shuffle that was his living quarters upstairs. It was already a mess, even though it was barely renovated.

He looked at the magazine quickly, letting go of the breath he'd been holding as he read. Well. That would explain why he had thought something was off.

Holy fuck, he'd basically taken advantage of her when she was drugged.

He may as well just off himself and spare Percy the effort.

"I didn't," He stammered out, eyes wide. "Merlin's beard, Lis," It was nearly something far more unsavory than that, but remembered himself at the last minute. His hands made their way out of his pockets to run raggedly through his hair. Taking an unintentional step back, he looked up at her with sorrow filling his eyes. "I'm sorry, fuck," He slipped that time in his panic. "I knew something was wrong and I-" Well to be fair she'd kissed him first, but after that. Thank fucking Merlin he'd stopped when he had come to his senses. The things he'd thought about though...