Obediently, Quen drank her wine. The glass was less than half full, and Quenten was beginning to feel as though her head were filled with helium.
"I guess I do," she agreed. "There are so many virgins here. Not just Merri. I mean, you never really know, and you can't ask, but you can tell who needs to get laid." She giggled. "I mean, everyone's so studious and high-minded and focused on - magic, and learning. I'm studious, too, but I want to go out sometimes and have fun. Maybe that's why I'm such a dreadful mage?" She drank more wine.