Quinn pretends not to notice your hesitation and chooses instead to focus on the insult. He pouts prettily and narrows his eyes at you. "Oh really? And why wouldn't I help my new friend out, hm?" he asks, tone becoming mockingly sweet. Then, with a wicked grin spreading across his lips, he leans forward and whispers, "Maybe because you like me... even just a little bit."

"Oh, but it does matter," Quinn says with a knowing grin, his voice low and husky. "You can't deny it forever, you know." He pauses, considering something before continuing, tone now much more teasing than accusatory. "Maybe if I made it worth your while...?" he trails off suggestively.