Listening quietly, nodding along with what she was saying, Quin knew she'd been serious that morning in her kitchen and he had been too. There were outside factors to consider and Quin knew that too. Navigating the mourning and her family would be tricky, if they decided to go ahead, but the other night had pretty much pushed Quin over the edge in that concern. He knew himself well enough to realize that he wouldn't have kissed her if he didn't want to.

As she pulled back, so did Quin, he took a few steps back to give her even more space if that was what she wanted and shoved his hands back into his pockets. What she said next was unexpected however and it just proved to show how far out of his depth he was here. Quin clearly had no idea what he was doing, had never been in this position before and to add in all of the external considerations he was going to really have to work it out in his own head.

"I wouldn't have kissed you the other night, or want to right now, if I didn't feel like it was a good thing." He pointed out with a small shrug. He'd been the one with with impulse control that evening and he'd still failed to engage it. "I respect you more than that." Merlin he hoped she knew that. "You're not just my best friend's kid sister to me anymore, if that's what you're thinking."