Riley Quinn. Brow furrowing, Godric studied Riley carefully as he reached over to turn the music down. "So," he said after a moment, "you're the person taking out my roommate tomorrow night." He seemed a decent enough fellow, except for the fact that he drank in his office after hours. (Of course, Godric was guilty of the same, but Godric would also not recommend himself to date Wesley.)
Pouring himself another shot of the scotch, Godric's voice was even but authoritative as he addressed Riley. "I'm afraid that I must insist that you are very careful with him," he said, recapping the bottle and setting it down. "He's been through a very rough patch recently and he's had plenty of people let him down in the past. He's a good man, and as his friend I am obligated to watch out for him, as well as threaten or possibly subject you to bodily harm in the future if you in any way, shape or form cause him emotional distress." Sliding his small glass across the desktop, Godric clinked it with Riley's, then tossed the liquid down his throat.