Accepting Mikkel's invitation came with no trepidation on Quinn's part; it was easy to fall into place next to the older man, their footsteps mirroring one another as they continued on to the next exhibit. Quinn walked with his hands hidden inside the pockets of his slim trousers. It was familiar there, a patch of warmth against his thighs, someplace for his hands to be so they didn't idle awkwardly in the empty air. A bemused smile lingered on his lips as he strode beside his new companion. “Whatever gave you the impression I craved safety?” he questioned, flicking a loose strand of black from his eyes. “Comfortable, certainly, comfort is paramount. But safe? How dreadfully dull.”<br/><br/>Quinn was quiet for a long moment as he concerned Mikkel's words, letting them marinate before responding. “You're not incorrect,” he began, his speech careful and measured as they passed through a decorated archway. “Typically I find the company of others somewhat agitating. Their mindless chatter numbs the mind and makes it incredibly difficult to appreciate the work. I wouldn't necessarily say I<i>dislike </i>people, I simply think their presence is detrimental to my enjoyment of such dense art.”<br/><br/>He laughed to himself, turning his eyes onto Mikkel. “I can see how this evening would seem contradictory to all I've said. Truthfully, I have yet to discover a companion such as yourself. Someone who complements my visit instead of detracts from it.” If it was too bold to say, Quinn didn't care. Though he appreciated a coy tone and playful smirk now and again, the young man was never one to hold his opinions too closely to his chest.<br/><br/>“Perhaps if you were someone less astute in your observations, I would have brusquely requested you leave me be. But alas, you charmed me, and here we are.” He removed a hand from his pocket and tapped the tips of his fingers against his rosy lips in thought. “If you don't mind me saying so, I do find it curious that a man such as yourself hasn't stumbled upon someone worthy of sharing your time. You're attractive, intelligent, well-dressed, and that accent is just the sweetest poison,” he teased, smirking. “Tell me, Mikkel, do you isolate yourself on purpose? Or is there something devious about you?”