“It’s nice to have something to do, is all,” he said. “Things have been sort of slow recently.” “You realize you’re saying you’d prefer mortal danger to having time to go out with your boyfriend,” I said, disbelievingly. Quentin shrugged. “It sounds weird when you say it like that.” “It sounds weird no matter how you say it! What are you going to do when you have to go back to Toronto and become High King? Start the Hunger Games?” “Maybe,” said Quentin. “I’ll have to do something.”
