Big or small— as long as he gets a reaction, Quentin will find a way to fascinate himself with whatever he can inspire in others.

"Steamy!" he goads when the players in his little drama start in on their promises. It's when things get visceral that Quentin takes a more earnest interest. He had of course assumed this scenario would present the perfect opportunity to give Carter someone he actually had beef with, but when it's his mother this cinematic-reimagining tears into his eyes light up wickedly.

"Ohhh, interesting. It's mom you're going to rend here, huh? Funny, I always go for a Summers' myself when presented with the opportunity. Unless of course Wolverine's around," he shrugs and sits back, happier to observe the boy's anger than be subjected to it.

"So why the mommy issues? Don't get me wrong, I get it. I took care of mine too. And hey, isn't it nice to have the people you're actually pissed off about right here to take your pre-teen angst out on? Doesn't it just feel right when your anger find the right target. Someone else need a cameo? Who else do you feel like disemboweling?"