There's a moment of visible relief that relaxes Quentin's posture just to know he doesn't have to go anywhere near a walking talking piece of literal crap. Even if it's just a costume.

"Oh God, thank you. Mascots are creepy. Even when they're not anthropomorphized excrement." He presses a kiss to Kyle's lips while he has him there.

"I need to know why it's sentient. And why it chose you. And what his 'career' was exactly."