[Aw, Steven. Quentin's smile softens a little. This isn't a conversation that needs a glass of water, but if you're asking-]

Alright. C'mon, I'll grab that for you and then- couch? Or we could sit at the table if you want. I'm good either way.

[He vaguely gestures in an 'after you' manner, because hey. May as well let Steven pick first-hand.]