"Yeah... yeah I'm fine." The words come out automatically, he's fine, or he's going to be. This was alright, he'd invited him over, he was being nice, he was hot, it was alright... it was fine.

The touches make him shiver and twitch, his breathing quicker and his heart starting to pound, this was real. He nods, his mouth a bit dry. "I um, yessir? Just a bit, it's fine." He forgets for a moment that the picture that had started all of this hadn't even been meant for Quentin, and his cheeks flush red. "Didn't really expect this kinda response, that's all. I'm fine, really." He smiles up at him, see he's fine. He's unsure of himself, feels at least twice as gawky and gangly as usual, but he's fine really.