Quentin studied her a moment, letting his eyes linger just long enough to worry the girl, though in the end he nodded. "Fine, fine. Try to be better prepared next time - if indeed there is a next time - won't you?" The hand still lent to stroking the back of her skull affirmed his words with a small double pat, before returning to its idle, meandering course.<br/><br/>The question seemed to be what Zoey might like, that wouldn't compromise Quentins own fun. He was after all decidedly not in the business of being selfless, and even rewards for her ought to benefit him. Furthermore, much as they both might enjoy it, Quentin wanted to avoid the small temptation to just take her yet again.<br/><br/>He mulled it over for a few moments, while leaning back and keeping her head nestled in his lap, though now it had nothing to do there. "Tell you what, you can just have what's left of the evening off. Stay in the same room as me, and don't disturb me, and you can do what you like. I suggest,though, that you speak to Molly, one of the serving girls, and see if she can't give you a massage. Nothing wrong with staying soft and supple for me, now is there?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>