No small portion of Quentin's unabashed confidence comes from knowing that such a thought does flutter through people's minds from time to time. Even if he's not doing anything hellfirey.

He touches down to the floor gently. That same practiced soft step that all fliers do just to look Godly. "When has that ever stopped anyone? Charlemagne. Alexander the Great. Genghis Khan. They collected kingdoms. Not for the curios. For the clout," he smiles. "That you definitely take with you."