The sudden appearance of the young man came as a bit of a surprise to Quentin. Whitby had seemed so... rustic that he hadn't thought he would have to deal with such. Though he supposed every town had its shadier side and misfortunate people. His gaze goes to the knife in question and he purses his lips. It had the look of an eating knife and not one that had been well cared for. The young man was also, if Quentin was being charitable, maybe half Quentin's own weight which made the attempted robbery seem rather comical.

"Very well young man."

Quentin says with an amicable smile.

"Have at it. Let's see what you got."

He gestures Noah forward so the boy can attempt to stab him.