That's....fair. [ Quentin winces. It's not that he's caving too quickly, it's more that a relatively privileged live in New York City makes him pretty ill-suited for anything like this. Even when he'd found Fillory, he barely had time to be the King he was crowned for--too much trying to solve one crisis after the other.

Plus, even when he was just a grad student, all he really did was hole himself up in his room and read. He sighs. ]

Okay--mulligan. [ He squints at the other, before figuring he may as well just be upfront about his Magician status. If the Minotaur can look...well, like a minotaur, he can admit he has magic. ] I'm not from here, uh, at all. You're the first person--group-- [ a glance at the vague direction the snort has come from ] --since I've arrived here this morning. Multiverse traveling is, like, super taxing.

[ His brows arch. ]

Look. I'll make it up to you somehow, alright?