Quentin, frankly, did not want to talk about timeline shit. He knew he was going to die soon -- imminently, apparently, if counting from the last moment he'd been back at home. There was no need to dwell on it.

"I mean, I have a lot of opinions about it," he hedged, chewing on the edge of his thumb. "If you're talking about, like, how to not get in trouble or whatever? Pretty simple. Pay attention to the law and be aware of where you can and can't break it. Like, for you, don't do any obviously submissive shit in public, but if you're in a place owned by LIERs and there's any kind of private area, you're probably fine there. Don't try to openly have a relationship with another dominant, but when you're in your house you're in your house. That kind of thing."