[Quentin's more than familiar with selfishness, Otto. It's one of his top three emotions even now.

For the moment he's watching Otto, only giving a slight nod to show he's listening. He can't risk interrupting when this is the one faerie he does know that could help him with this. He needs all the data he can get.

So, half-instinctual, and half fucking.... goddamn magic mumbo-jumbo. Sure, fine. Fucking... whatever. Octavius even managed to get the shit perfectly circular. Which, thinking about that-]

...Does it have to be a perfect circle, or some variety is allowed as long as it's round and a closed circuit? Is it always the same mushrooms, or do they also act as some kind of... indicator, for lack of a better word? Because if I've got this- [A small little finger waggle that makes some green twine between his fingers, and he grimaces at it.] And you don't, that's- gotta mean a bit of wiggle room is fine, right? It's not an all-or-nothing deal.

[If asked, he is absolutely not asking for reassurance right now. Nope, no way. Never in a thousands years.]