[the answer is ambiguous, but it's to be expected from Quincy. he's never been the type to mince words, after all, and it's something he can appreciate.]

Ah, I didn't either. As it turns out, mister Eiden is here - I'm surprised you haven't run into each other yet.

[there's that energetic response of his, as if he's not sucking on a dick-shaped lollipop that's turned his lips red or something. and he can't help but reach out to give Topper a little scritch before turning toward the taller man more fully.]

Perhaps we could find somewhere to sit? I recall you're not fond of busy places.

[that's a fucking understatement, but he says it so easily.]