"It rather raises the question if I am if you haven't heard of me." He says with a chuckle as he settles down at the table for two. Ordering a glass of ice water for himself and Noah. He might have gotten wine but he didn't believe in drinking alone and he wasn't going to get any for the boy for obvious reasons. Once the host is gone to get a waiter to fetch them water Quentin looks back to the teen.

"Now, I still need to decide what, if anything, I am to do with or for you." He says drumming his fingers on the table. "First, tell me my boy. Based on how I have treated you and knowing that I am nobility, what do you think that I believe the mark of true nobility is. Don't rush your answer, take your time and think about it." He was hoping that by this point the lad was sufficiently engaged to not just blurt out that he didn't know.