They were holding out on you. I've been in the heads of enough fancy rich bastards to know. They are always holding out on you.

[Quentin, meanwhile, uses the time she takes to inspect the condom to finally get rid of these stupid shorts off. And when she gives it back mdash; plus a bonus kiss — he flashes her a grin and shimmies out of his boxers. It'll take a few seconds for him to get the condom set up correctly, so that means it's a perfect time to go back to what he was saying before this little detour.]

So? You never answered my question.