Quinn's cheeks flush, as the little eager voice in the back of her head starts spreading thoughts of a large number of 'favors' she could offer in exchange. But she smiles, and answers simply. "I...I would appreciate that, good sir. As for returning a favor though, well, as it is I who am asking the favor of you, should not you tell me what favor you wish in return?"<br/><br/>She takes another sip of the wine, smiling softly, a feeling of hope inside her for finding her old friend - mixed with a feeling of desire as she remembers...the last time they met. Her nipples stiffening under her top in response, poking against its material slightly!