He laughs at that the same delighted way he does when Kyle's teasing him or their having an argument for the joy of it. Nobody says the kind of things to him that Kyle does.

The deeper they head into the store the fewer people are left but even those that are seem to drop what they came in for and find themselves drawn magnetically to the exit. By Quentin's influence of course.

"Sophie Cuckoo. A girl I went to school with. She and her sisters are telepaths too." Towards the back there's a big round bed with a fur throw slung half messily across it— that kind of lightly disheveled display style that upscale places like to do. Quentin heaves himself at the thing and lands with a bounce.