Great, so Willie had now just officially outed him to a complete stranger. Awesome. At some point that was going to backfire and someone was going to want to know not only what he was, but could possibly hurt him for just that fact. Shit, his parents had did enough emotional damage with the fact that he was a psychic, never mind the elemental part. Things he didn't want Joshua and Naomi to know: that. Thankfully the other guy didn't seem to be taking it badly, so Quentin allowed himself a laugh, playfully flipping the bird off before stuffing his phone into his pocket. Food could wait for now. "You have no idea," he said, shaking his head. "For Willie? This is tame."
I'm not opinionated. I just happen to be right and this asshole - Willie jerked his head in Quentin's direction - doesn't listen to me. Ever.
"I don't listen to anyone, don't take it personally." Quentin said this with a smile on his face, because it was true. Otherwise, if he did, his life back home would have been tons easier. "And to answer your question, nah, Willie just talks a lot. He's mostly harmless." He offered his free hand to the guy. "Nice to meet you, Orion, I'm Quentin. The bird is Willie and yeah, he's my familiar." Founder of a new family practice? Huh, he hadn't pinpointed the guy to be a doctor, but then again, no one pinpointed Quentin as the rich douchebag he could be, so there was no point in assuming anything anymore. "And I will keep that in mind, hopefully I won't need it though. I'm no doctor, just a painter." He pointed the gallery behind him. "My studio space is here."