Me, a threat? I'm only a threat if you make me a threat. But you and me are friends, right? That means we're on the same side.
[He does mean that sincerely, even if he's going about this in a not-quite-so-honest way. He likes Jinx, and he really doesn't want her to get hurt. Later he'll be more upfront about all this, but for right now he needs information, and this is still preferable over taking it from her. At least this way her choices are still hers.
Quentin smiles his most charming smile, which is... honestly about "used car salesman" level of charm, but hey, Jinx has yet to be bothered by his worst traits. He spreads his hands in an overly casual shrug, palms up. Look what a fun and cool and moderately chaotic guy he is! So rebellious! Don't you want to be cool and rebellious, Jinx?]
Come on, just think of how impressed dear old dad would be. [Based on the way she talked about her "Pops," he's guessing that's who makes the final call. Does that mean her dad is here? Or her grasp of reality is just that screwed up.]
You show up with me and my powers — untold control over the mind, able to bring a city to its knees with a snap of my fingers, absorb whatever information I want — you'll totally be getting the most expensive gift at Christmas. Top of the favorite kids list, for sure. [Of course, in his current weakened state, he'd be lucky to control a city block, but it's not like he intends to actually prove it.]
Sure, you could wait and ask permission. If you wanna keep being a pawn with no independent thought of your own. [He sighs, hanging his head in exaggerated disappointment. Couldn't be him. But wait! He glances back up with a mischievous smirk.] Or you can start showing your old man some real ambition.
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[He does mean that sincerely, even if he's going about this in a not-quite-so-honest way. He likes Jinx, and he really doesn't want her to get hurt. Later he'll be more upfront about all this, but for right now he needs information, and this is still preferable over taking it from her. At least this way her choices are still hers.
Quentin smiles his most charming smile, which is... honestly about "used car salesman" level of charm, but hey, Jinx has yet to be bothered by his worst traits. He spreads his hands in an overly casual shrug, palms up. Look what a fun and cool and moderately chaotic guy he is! So rebellious! Don't you want to be cool and rebellious, Jinx?]
Come on, just think of how impressed dear old dad would be. [Based on the way she talked about her "Pops," he's guessing that's who makes the final call. Does that mean her dad is here? Or her grasp of reality is just that screwed up.]
You show up with me and my powers — untold control over the mind, able to bring a city to its knees with a snap of my fingers, absorb whatever information I want — you'll totally be getting the most expensive gift at Christmas. Top of the favorite kids list, for sure. [Of course, in his current weakened state, he'd be lucky to control a city block, but it's not like he intends to actually prove it.]
Sure, you could wait and ask permission. If you wanna keep being a pawn with no independent thought of your own. [He sighs, hanging his head in exaggerated disappointment. Couldn't be him. But wait! He glances back up with a mischievous smirk.] Or you can start showing your old man some real ambition.