"The pleasure's all mine," Quentin said, folding his hands on the table in front of him and studying the girl sitting across from him. He wached her pull out the US History book--something he was very familiar with. She wasn't the only student that he tutored. Actually, tutoring was quite lucrative. If only he didn't have so much of his time and effort taken up by his job at the University, he could really clean up with tutoring.
"Easy to get on, is it?" He asked, breaking into a grin. "We're not difficult for you to understand, are we? With our strange accents?" He was teasing, just a little. A good ice breaker, maybe.