Quin had indeed made it to six-and-thirty without bedding a woman. He was too busy. He had always thought marriage may have come sooner and that it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing as it was now, to admit to his friend, that he was in fact still as innocent as a fresh debutante. Things with Felicity had gotten a little steamy a time or two, but never crossed a line. Not that he was going to tell Percy that, lest he want to be murdered where he sat.

"Sure haven't," He answered honestly, thinking there was no avoiding it now. "Like I know how it works, but never practiced." Underneath it all, Quin was sort of a romantic, he couldn't just destroy boundaries without some sort of emotional connections.

He drained his whiskey and sighed heavily. That sounds sort of pathetic, doesn't it?"