Quentin arches an eyebrow at the lad since the waiter was still waiting for Noah's order. "You should order something." He points out providing no more guidance than that beyond. "And help yourself to the bread." He waits for the teen to make his decision before continuing.

"Yes, I might give you more than a bob. However, knowing the kind of person I am can inform how you should act to get more than a bob." He explains. "Or, to be more direct. I'm trying ta figure out if ya are really a wee gobshite or iffin ye could be a decent bloke if given tha righ' chance. I like to think o' meself as being a decent enough fella and I like ta help those who are hard done by due ta things they cannot control." He once again switches easily into the vernacular of the commoner. Years spent as a soldier and then aboard sailing vessels making speaking so vulgarly easy enough to do for the posh man.