[ quentin doesn't pay him too much mind as he begins to rinse the shampoo from his hair. he'll have to condition it, too, else the chlorine will turn his waves into a mess. he's not blind, though - he passes a glance as the guy pulls his shirt off and yes, his eye catches the little piercing at his navel. he gives koby an appreciative once over. ]

Quentin. Most people call me Q.

[ he grins, a little doggish. ] If the shower's not enough then I can definitely find you something stronger than a bloody mary. I've already found a few good spots in this house.

[ and he reaches out his hand again, wiggling soapy fingers. ] You coming in or not? Trying to decide if I need to wash my own back or if you can lend a hand.