Suspicious ass. Suspicious acting, as he sets his drink down. Suspicion nursing, with as wary as he is of just shaking hands. The question saves Ransom from being teased about it, redirecting Quentin's slightly toasted energy to something more productive. His eyebrows jump conspiratorially. "I mean like...fuck-or-die heavy duty. I mean like you can't--you can't think unless you've got your hands on someone. Like it's impossible to come down for--I dunno, depends on how much you have, but I mean heavy duty enough."