"Considering I was well and truly ready to box his ears myself, you have little enough to apologize for." Quentin says with a snort. "I have some tolerance for such disruptable people. However, if he could not even provide the barebones of local knowledge than I see little point in it." Though perhaps, in all fairness, he should have made it clear that it was local knowledge of Whitby county rather than isolated to just the town. C'est La'vie.

Turning to the young man he arches an eyebrow. "Quentin if you please young man, sir if you must." He held little love for title so he was fine with being called by his first name. However, if someone insisted on being polite he preferred the honorific he had earned through service to the crown rather than the title he'd been born with. Not waiting for a reply he jumps to the meat of things. "What qualifications do you have young man? So far I've had a drunk, who I've turned away. And a spitfire, who I am inclined to indulge. What do you bring to the table?"