Quentin's smile at seeing Norman actually showed up is thin. He's dressed more casually, a loose shirt and slacks, but part of that is because he's got wings at his back now. Weird green skin on his hands and arms with hints of yellow thrown in there, cutting off at the neck like some pseudo-turtleneck. It's... definitely a look! And a rather permanent one at that.

He'd honestly shown up thinking Norman wouldn't, and it'd just be a waste of time. Welp.

"Nope, first time visiting. Sounded a bit too wild before, but-" He shrugs, grimacing as his wings twitch with it. He has to figure this shit out before he knocks somebody over with them. "A drink is a drink. You take 'em where you can."