[Looking at the cards he's been dealt, Quentin puts them in order and pushes two peanuts in to the middle of the pew.]

I didn't think you did, you just don't seem like someone who would do that to someone. But also... dicks.

[There's not much else to say to that - mind-control? Yikes. And in to doing things that fucking awful? The Margolem had been bad enough, and that had only been Margo's image and some of her magic. Not her whole self. Jesus.]

I'm sorry? That that happened to you?