Used to the pain that came with tattooing by now, Quentin didn't even really flinch when he felt her start to go to work. Until she hit a sensitive spot, he would be fine to sit here for as long as it took. "It's more interesting than I thought it would be when I moved out here," he said. "But it's a good interesting, so I'll take it. Except for the whole vampire thing, that was kind of crazy." It wasn't often that you saw a town this size make national headlines, and it was almost always for a bad reason. His mother even called him about that one, and that was when Quentin knew it had to be bad.
"I'd think it takes some getting used to, running a business," he said. "I work for myself, so I wouldn't know." He'd always been very lucky in that respect, thanks to the fact that his parents had money so he could focus on his art. Selling stuff was nice, and he did want to get his name out there, but if he didn't? He wasn't in this for the money, he was in this because he couldn't imagine anything else he'd like doing in his life. "A good team, get clients in, it all works out eventually."