Quentin narrowed his eyes at first, wondering what El was getting at. But as the description went on, he broke into kind of a nervous laughter. Shaking his head, and with an unsure smile, he said, "Don't be an asshole...." Watching Eliot's face, he broke into more of a hopeful grin. "Seriously?"

He followed that up with more laughter, and another sip at his drink, finishing up. "So you've met him, then?" Quentin really wished he sounded more incredulous, but having Harry Potter here? That just sounded fun. Although it probably wouldn't be great if he was a kid- he hadn't been here long, but he'd been here long enough to notice the City was really not great for kids.