[Oh, Quentin can see how this could get ugly so quickly if he jumped right into things. Steven wouldn't do well with flippant, but he can't take forever either. Time to go the middle route, then.

He clasps his own hands in his lap, vaguely echoing Steven's posture sans the shoulder hunching.]

Well, let's... start with one question, and work our way up then. It sounds pretentious as hell, but there's- layers, to this. And I don't mean that as an excuse, just- [Quentin shrugs again.] A fact. You can tell me what you got so far, and I can correct shit, or- [He grimaces a little.] I dunno. Honestly, I'm just wondering where you even heard of this shit anyways. How we got the name is kind of funny, though, I will say that.