Which god do you think it is? [There are a lot of god options. Quentin hopes it's not the Christian God because he knows very little about that particular subject. He's familiar with others, but he assumes pretty much all of them are real, in one way or the other. Hell, Santa Claus is real, apparently. He's just rolling with it at this point.]

I think you know a lot. You've got that whole mysterious benefactor energy going for you. [The clothes, the suggestively knowing humor, the twinkle in his eye. That or the mad informant, not that he's going to say that one out loud.] I'm pretty new, I just want to know why we're here.

[There's something very earnest about Quentin, a trustworthy nature that he intentionally puts out.]

We've also been seeking new allies.