[Sorry Keith. Quentin smiles almost apologetically, letting the thanks pass without comment. By now he's figured out that Keith may look part fae, but he's not the sort of fae that Quentin is used to in his own world. The rules don't apply.

Besides, Keith blushing is oddly endearing.]

Your... [Keith had referred to him as his fiance, he thinks. He goes with it.] ...fiance is here you said, right? I'd like to meet him sometime. Maybe when I'm not hacking up floral arrangements.

[He frowns at 'mass grave' because that's awful.] So that makes investigating difficult.