[...Well, this is going a lot easier than expected. Quentin feels weirdly wrong-footed now. Usually secret identities were a whole... thing that had to be protected with your life, or the reveal of 'em would spell the end of it. Huh.]

...I guess I did. And you're- fine with that? Not gonna do the whole 'Have you told anyone, what do you know' schtick? No, ah, bullet to the head or whatever? You're just admitting you're Mr. Knight here?

[Steven, how are you from the same world as him. No heroic type deals with this shit so casually.]