Quinn allowed himself a wry smile as she laughed. He remembered how blown Cleo's mind had been about his heritage. His smiled dwindled to a sad one for a moment at the thought of his girlfriend before he was brought out of it by Meg's words.
"Does this mean you're going to be a good demon then?" he inquired with an arched eyebrow, faint humour returning to his face. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah... the thing with written legends, a lot of the facts get skewed." One of the biggest, for his family, was the Arthurian Legends claiming that Merlin had been tricked by Nimue, who imprisoned him in a cave or a tree. Which was, of course, completely wrong. The two fell in love and his blood-line was the result of that. Of course, then there were the references implying that Merlin's father was either an angel or a demon, possibly an incubus. But who knew that one.
Quinn blew out a long breath and contemplated her question. "I've not drank that much, so, probably another hour or so and I'll be back to seeing the living plane again. Experiencing the blurred lines? At least another few weeks. Should be fun for Halloween."