“You might as well come in I know you’re out there.”
Quentin didn’t even look up from his laptop when she entered.
“Seriously, it was like having a miniature thundercloud outside my room. You are possibly the loudest person this planet.”
“And you’re possibly the gayest.” Handler snapped, sticking out her tongue. Then she groaned and put a hand over her face. “No, no, ugh, I didn’t come here to start shit with you I really didn’t.”
“Oh really? You’re off to a great start.” the Phoenix host smirked.
“For once in my life I’m trying to be serious here.” Handler huffed.
Quentin closed his laptop and, still smirking, looked her in the eyes. “I’m listening then.”
Handler sighed. “Okay, look…I wanted to say…I wanted to say thanks. Thanks for not jumping in on that ‘Oooh you slept with Dr. Doom’ bandwagon bullshit back there with Bobby