"Wild is turning out to be relative," Norman remarked, starting to lead him down the hallway toward the simulation room he tended to favor: the first on the left. He would have normally gestured for Quentin to go first, but he had a feeling no one wanted to let him be at their back at the moment.

Once he reaches the control panel, he plugs in the necessary commands and data to pull up a different simulation than the usual recreation of his penthouse. When the door beeps softly and slides open, it reveals an old-fashioned gentleman's club, all dark wood and green upholstery. It's a simple one, though, nothing overtly fancy. In this, at least, he'll remember his manners.

"Please, after you. Have you eaten recently? I don't want either of us to have to deal with the effects of staying too long."