[Nope, Keith. It is not the scars at all. It is the basically everything else.]

An old punishment sounds ominous. And we're just... caught in it somehow?

[Luck? Something more sinister and deliberate than that?]

I don't think I recognize the name.

[Quentin is quiet for a long moment, considering.] ...oh, and in case it decides to become a petunia in my spleen or something, I think you're really pretty. Like just objectively. [A shrug because, facts are facts, and Quentin doesn't see anything weird about acknowledging this.]