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"Titanic is a classic to quote from. Something about a tragic love story that never actually happened seems to pull on the girls heart strings." Quinn made a face as he remember how much some of the girls in his high school practically knew the movie line from line. He was more interested in the actual sinking of the real boat not the crap about the 'star cross lovers'. "Scary thing is I've met a few girls who don't understand that the Titanic was real.... Hell they thought that Pearl Harbor was just a movie too." He had only gone on one date with that girl before he realized that he couldn't take it anymore. Thank god he had actually met someone this time who had a brain in her head.

"I've just been focusing on school and work, the girlfriend is just a bonus. I quite literally ran into her on campus." Quinn smiled softly as he remembered how well that meeting went but he grimaced slightly as he remembered how annoyed she was after their first date. Apparently she had no idea he was a Quinton and didn't really like the surprise of it. "Understanding the female mind is not something any male will ever do. Maybe you should go with the 'married to my art' line when the women start leaning towards marriage."

For Quinn marriage was always at the back of his mind because he would settle for no less than what his folks have. He wanted love... Honest to god, head over heels love. However right now his secret night life made it hard to actually get to that point. He really liked Delilah, more than he had liked another girl in a long time, but he couldn't and wouldn't contemplate a lifetime with her and not tell her about it.

"Delilah is a fashion major and dude she has way too much class for your lame a** line." Quinn made a face at Mathias, rolling his eyes as he picked at the last of his chips. The thought of even the possibility of her posing for such a portrait made him squirm internally but he did his best to cover his unease with snark. "Hell she is more likely to cut you down to size if you tried that line.... That or get you to try on a dress she designed." He exaggerated a slow visual inspection of Mathias' form, what he could see around the table'. with an obviously fake, and rather insulting 'gay' tone he said, "dahlig! We jus have to do something about those rags you are wearing. Fuschia would do wonders with your coloring." He swishes his hand around in a stereotypical fashion. It didn't matter that he has no idea even what color fuschia was just that the sarcasm covered up the tiny, nearly insignificant, little voice that asked 'what if'.

"Yessssss," Quinn's answer was drawn out and hesitant. The fact that the rumpled artist knew Delilah made a spark of jealousy form, especially considering what they were just talking about. He was still getting to know Delilah but what he did know said she wouldn't be a 'French girl' but might have once been his model and Quinn wasn't sure if he liked that idea. "Do you know her? From class maybe?"

Silently he catalogued other ways Mathias might have met his Delilah. Everything from high school friends to just run-ins at a dinner where possible, family never crossed his mind. Granted, they had talked about parents and the like but didn't delve much into it.

Quinn was silent throughout Mathias' whole explanation. He was first shocked to hear the scruffy artist was Delilah's cousin and that he was so protective of her... She never mentioned him, not that Quinn remember. He mentally agreed with Mathias assessment on her not telling about Quinn, it really wasn't the other guys business and he snorted softly as he imagined her telling that to his face, which she totally would.

Quinn's amusement lasted as long as it took for Mathias to threaten him, if he had been Isis his hackles would have been raised and he would have been growling. As it was his spine was straight and he was clenching his jaw to keep from saying anything stupid, after all Mathias was family and he was looking out for Delilah. It was something Quinn would do himself if he had had sisters, instead of being an only child.

It was apparent that it was a good thing Quinn had kept his mouth shut when Mathias finished his explanation-warning-welcoming with his 'blessings'. After taking a moment to collect his thoughts Quinn spoke. "First it's good to know you are her cousin and a protective one at that, someone who has her back. But you need to know that I will never do anything to hurt her... Nor do I do well with threats." His look was hard and was easily read, showing just how much he disliked the warning. He held up a hand to delay the likely response that Mathias was going to say, "however I understand the urge to protect her from anyone who might cause her harm, not that she would thank us for the gesture."

Quinn grimaced just thinking about the proverbial lashing Delilah would give if she caught wind of their conversation. Pissed would not even described how angry she would be. "A beer sometime would be a good idea though." Getting to know the other guy would give him some insider knowledge of Delilah. He flagged down a waiter for the check, a glance at Isis who was done her nap and trying to figure away through the fence, showed that the cat was more then ready to continue her walk and Quinn did not want a repeat of what brought him to the cafe in the first place.

Quinn chuckled softly. Yeah being protective seemed to run in the male gene so he really couldn't hold Mathias' comments/threats against him. If he had younger sisters Quinn knew he would be just as protective if not more so. God forbid if they ever thought of going out at night... He mentally shook of that foreboding thought. It had completely killed all enjoyment for the time being.

As soon as the bill was settled he set about freeing Isis from the fence. Somehow in the last few minutes of her being awake she had created a gorgon's knot... A talent of hers. Quinn sighed in relief when he finally gotten the leash free and he turned back to Mathias just as the other guy was holding out a napkin with writing on it. With a smile, Quinn pocketed the number. "Will do. Good luck with your art," he would have said more but Isis apparently thought she had been good long enough and began dragging him away... Through the fence. With a yelp of surprise he scrambled to follow muttering curses as he went. Once he was able to get the rambouncius cat to calm down a bit he waved. He really will have to give him a call, if only to get a beer and maybe a game of darts. It never hurt to have another drinking buddy.