That's something Quentin can understand. His own waxing and waning popularity has made his inner circle a strange conglomeration of outcasts more than not.

"My taste is impeccable," he says plainly. "And also you would have thought that too if you'd heard the way she started that lead sentence. She was all "ok confession time..." almost as soon as we were alone. I'd have to be oblivious to not think it was going to be about you."