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Normally it takes alcohol, or at the very least some form of recreational chemistry, to produce the sort of expression Quinn had when he woke up this morning. It's almost a pity there were no cameras or witnesses on hand. Going from the relatively tranquil face of sleep, to the vaguely confused look of anyone who's come to wakefulness in a strange place, to full-blown 'I did what? I said what?' rarely works out as flawlessly as it did this morning.

He's composed himself pretty well, though- working hard in the dawn hours, then getting to clean up in an actual working shower, will do that. Now he's just got breakfast to get through, although the words An agreement- two years after the dragons are gone periodically surface in his head and cause the odd expression to flicker over his face.

Mind, if you're not a telepath, an empath, or an extremely perceptive gambler, it could just look like he's got a dodgy bowl of oatmeal.