Quentin holds up his hand, Evan's question will have to wait until he's done snorting the line of cocaine. He straightens up when he's done, brushing the bridge of his nose for any he missed. He grins over at Evan, sniffing a little and indicating with his hand that it was Evan's go.

"Simple really, everyone's going to turn heads when they see me. And I won't be forgotten. No one remembers the blond kid who stormed the World Conference." a pause. "And your hair itches 'cause you barely take your cowl off. If you trim it, it won't bother you much."