[... Okay, not the answer he was expecting. Quentin looks at her, follows her gaze to the wrapper in his hand, and then back to her, cocking his head in confusion.]
... Condom?
[He had not figured out how behind the times Jinx is. Though now he's got an idea.]
Protection. You know. Birth control?
[Please don't make Quentin be the one to have to explain safe sex to her. That would so ruin his bad boy "screw the rules" image. He's assuming she's able to get pregnant, so....]
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... Condom?
[He had not figured out how behind the times Jinx is. Though now he's got an idea.]
Protection. You know. Birth control?
[Please don't make Quentin be the one to have to explain safe sex to her. That would so ruin his bad boy "screw the rules" image. He's assuming she's able to get pregnant, so....]