Quentin walks into the alleyway and sees exactly what he expected. The poor boy being accosted by the three men. He sighs softly strides forward and grabs on by the back of the neck and squeezes hard.

"Gentlemen."

He says his low baritone voice quite menacing now.

"I will give you a single opportunity to walk away."

He increases the pressure in his fingers until the man he had a hold on cries out in pain.

"Without the money." He adds. "Before I get extremely cross with you." He was actually extremely cross already which became evident as the man he had a hold on drops to his knees scrabbling his fingers uselessly against Quentin's vice like grip.