Quentin takes a moment to step forward into the little house as Eliot ushers him forward, glancing around curiously as he does so. It's -- cute, really. With its lofted bedroom and studio kitchen/living room. He isn't certain it's exactly the kind of place that Eliot would have chosen for himself, but it's private, and compared to his little dorm room? It might as well be a palace.

He turns back to Eliot, flashing him a smile in return.

"So. Are you gonna give me a tour?" he asks, well aware that he can probably see most of the place from where he stands in the doorway.