It dawned on Quentin that she was standing there in no sleeves and apparently not bothered by the fact that it was winter. That was not even a little bit relevant, though -- she was offering to help with this neediness under his skin.

"Um. Um, sure, yeah," he said, nodding and tucking a stray hair behind his ear. "Um, is there, do you have somewhere we can go? Wait." He shook his head. "Are we, like...allowed?" He gestured vaguely toward her neck, and then his own.