Quentin had dropped it the moment he'd told Gareth good man. He could understand wanting to preserve one's pride and pushing would serve little purpose. The ride after that was rather tame by comparison and they are soon back in Whitby just a bit after sundown. "Alright," Quentin says once they are out of the hansom. "We will reconvene at Seaman's Respite in the morning before heading to the abby." He grins at them both. "Any questions?"