[Quentin sighs a little, and rubs at his face. His antennae twitch when his fingers brush too close. Time to... get this show on the road then.]

Still. It's insurance. A guarantee. I won't blame you if you want that right now.

[His jaw is set very determinedly as he does look at Steven head-on, gaze unflinching. There's a chipper edge to his voice that doesn't match his stony expression.]

Gosh, I just think I've always had the best purple eyes, don't you think- [He pales very rapidly, and raises a single finger in a gesture of 'wait a sec.' He doesn't expect any help from Steven during this.] Oh, fuck me. That's- not as bad as the first time, but my eyes used to be blue, not this- green and blue shit. I miss it. S'one of the few things I liked having in common with my family, and it's- gone. Hate it sometimes, but-

[He pinches the bridge of his nose as he shrugs, looking down finally instead of at Steven. Quentin wouldn't normally offer up this kind of blatant trust to anybody, but- Steven and Tawna are different. Friends get the benefit of the doubt.]

Is that a good enough ballpark, or you want a second round?