The prickle that rolls through Kyle at that is so palpable Quentin can feel it without even looking into him. He files that away to remember later.

Plunking himself down defeatedly into one of the auditorium seats Quentin sprawls out on the seat at the end of the row like he owns the place. Because apart from his apparent captivity he can't think of a reason not to act like he does.

"For you too. How many of those zoo dogs do you think get eaten if they don't make nice with the exhibits?" he smirks and being called an insufferable prick doesn't do anything to wipe the smile off his face. He clearly revels in being thought of as an asshole. "Maybe I'm a prick. Maybe the truth sans sugar coating is just an acquired taste."