Quentin's expression went through the gamut of concern and confusion as Eliot talked. He just never expected to hear about a pain demon, followed by 'we had a pretty good time'. "So...all the natives are demons? But they're not attacking us, at least?" Hopefully?

He'd just gotten something to drink, and Quentin already wanted another one. He could tell he was going to get smashed tonight. Why couldn't this new world be a nice, monster-free place for them to get a breather?