Quentin was not particularly upset that the boy didn't know him. His fame meant very little to him, though his writer... Mathias Quiss certainly thought that the fame was worth emphasizing. The man had embellished more than a few of the stories he'd written down. Though now that Quiss no longer actively travelled with him the stories had gotten a bit more fantastical.

"Hrmm, you are actually close," Quentin says before taking a sip of water. "What would be the reason for a man to not beat up gobshites like you?"