[ It was very rare that Quentin looked on anyone as if they were less; no-- that was reserved for himself of whom he was the worst on. At times he could be too trusting but it was really just that the people with the most persistence tended to wear him down.

It was clear that as Mollymauk stroked through his hair, Quentin all put purred in response, it was a Thumos gathering at it's finest, for Quentin was definitely generating some from the serotonin of being percieved. ]

Well, I wouldn't want to cause offense, Honestly, no one like s pretentious jerkweed, or a bully... even unintentionally.