Frances stood as Quin walked in, so used to holding back all day he locked his hands together.  "Good afternoon or evening." he replied softly. He noted his  hair, the removal of the tie, not one movement was lost on Frances. "It was good. really good. I had a rough moment between a couple of my students that turned out well in the end.  It was so sweet."  He had changed but still wore slacks and a button up shirt. No vest or jacket, though, making the curve of his chest a little more noticeable.  "How was yours?"