Quinn frowned at her wording. 'Little terror' wasn't exactly the words he would use when describing someone or something that was out to get him. He would normally think of that phrase in regards to an annoying kid or brat. Which of course had him wondering whether that was the case or he was reading too much into it.
He remained quiet for a moment, setting the flask back down in the sand between them. A light shiver went through his body and he closed his eyes against the flicker from the world around him. When he opened his eyes again it was gone.
"Yes." He eventually said softly. He spoke in such a way that didn't make it clear whether he was answer just one question of both of them. Not that it mattered. He could feel the deep chill seeping into his bones and it wouldn't be long before he became an even worse conversationalist.