[It doesn't take a genius or a mind-reader to see what she's trying to do, and Quentin is both. Not to say that she's completely unsuccessful, because damn it if she doesn't get his not-actually-real-because-this-is-just-a-mindscape pulse pounding, but he also knows she's once again setting bait before she knows what she's trying to catch. Jinx may be ready to make the same mistake twice, but Quentin isn't.
He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a stroll, the first step taking him instantly about ten feet from his starting place. Not through speed like her ability seems to be. He just exists in one spot and then exists in another, like he's simply decided that these two places are one step apart, and the world itself bent to his will. Which is, in fact, precisely what's happening. He wasn't kidding about being a powerful telepath. The rest of his steps don't take him quite so far, but if she's not going to tell him to get out, he may as well explore some. And since only he knows the size of his psychic shield, he assumes she'll follow.]
How do you know I haven't changed my mind? [It's a dick move. Implying something's changed, knowing what the most obvious reason would be. Those voices said if anyone found out, they'd get rid of her, and here he is dropping hints about precisely that. But she needs to know what she's asking for when she goes all Goblin Queen on him, and younger Quentin was, quite frankly, a huge dick.]
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[It doesn't take a genius or a mind-reader to see what she's trying to do, and Quentin is both. Not to say that she's completely unsuccessful, because damn it if she doesn't get his not-actually-real-because-this-is-just-a-mindscape pulse pounding, but he also knows she's once again setting bait before she knows what she's trying to catch. Jinx may be ready to make the same mistake twice, but Quentin isn't.
He shoves his hands into his pockets and takes a stroll, the first step taking him instantly about ten feet from his starting place. Not through speed like her ability seems to be. He just exists in one spot and then exists in another, like he's simply decided that these two places are one step apart, and the world itself bent to his will. Which is, in fact, precisely what's happening. He wasn't kidding about being a powerful telepath. The rest of his steps don't take him quite so far, but if she's not going to tell him to get out, he may as well explore some. And since only he knows the size of his psychic shield, he assumes she'll follow.]
How do you know I haven't changed my mind? [It's a dick move. Implying something's changed, knowing what the most obvious reason would be. Those voices said if anyone found out, they'd get rid of her, and here he is dropping hints about precisely that. But she needs to know what she's asking for when she goes all Goblin Queen on him, and younger Quentin was, quite frankly, a huge dick.]
How do you know I haven't changed yours?