Quinn couldn't help the small amused sound that left him. "Perhaps. At least for providing it. I knew what the second drink could do." His brow furrowed a little bit at her ease but then, he supposed now she wasn't playing a role. He had spent most of his life living lies, pretending to be normal to those that weren't part of the supernatural world of the magical community. It was only with Cleo that he had had the chance to be honest with her and be completely himself. He understood the relief that brought.
"This is my fifth time. Sometimes the reviving's worse than the dying.." He thought about the last time he had died, when he had been stabbed. The worse thing had been waking up to find Cleo high as a kite all because he hadn't been honest with her about himself and she thought he was properly dead.
He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. She's not here."