"It is my life's goal to get to that top ten thanks to your tutelage." Quentin laughed too, his heart so joyous and free at the moment. His depression and darkness had such an easier time being tossed away when he was in Eliot's arms, where he wanted to be for a long time now. They were always very good at making each other laugh even as only friends; some of the best memories of his life were at Brakebills, in the start. In the Physical Kids cottage with Margo and Eliot, before things really turned to shit.

He was an enthusiastic lover and very eager to please so he had faith he'd get there someday. He shrugged and looked coyly up at Eliot through his eyelashes. "Or we could, you know, film ourselves. No double Eliot needed." There was no technology in Fillory to suggest something like that, and they weren't really together in their world, so hey, he was not above sneakily suggesting something like that.

"I know you don't care, and I lo---" Quentin figured out around the same moment that people were looking at them, but he didn't see disgust or anything that would suggest they weren't happy with them. No, they seemed ... weirdly sedate. He also could see that they were all staring directly at Eliot, not at him. Not in the normal 'he's hot' way. "Wow I'm getting some mega deja vu to when we all had to sing Under Pressure." The blank looks of the people staring at them.

It was a very tenuous idea, barely formed, and he squinted up at Eliot. "Sing the chorus again."