He nodded fractionally, still not entirely sure whether he was being too soft on the girl. It was a close cut thing so, internally, he decided he'd consider her response and judge her on it. He expected a certain level of gratitude, obedience and evidence that she didn't expect such things too often if she wanted such treats as this again, not to mention a certain,obvious appreciation that pleased Quentin if she were to be treated often.<br/><br/>"You may. Have her bring a sheet and oils to the lounge and do it there. I believe she ought to be downstairs in the shop by now. Go." he released her head, and did that curious trick where he simply stopped paying attention to her while he righted his trousers, grinned at his recent acquisition of Zoey's father's business, and only then, finally, did he rise to his feet.<br/><br/>He wandered from one room to the next while Zoey was away, taking his time in moving, and then in settling into the deep, comfortable and broad sofa. One hand collected a half read book - one of those clear, printed ones that had taken over - and carried it to his lap as he settled down along to length of the seat, allowing his legs to form a diagonal rest for his book while his back leaned into one of the arms of the chair. With a final murmer of approval at his newfound comfort he skimmed down the page, found the first unfamiliar paragraph, and started reading.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>