[ There's a lot there, a lot to unpack, and Quentin's eyes dart from Klaus' tattooed palms to the curls of his hair to not-quite-meeting his eyes until he realizes he has to start doing that, sooner or later. Klaus has gorgeous eyes. A bit like Eliot's. ]

The thing about magic is that it doesn't come from good experiences. It comes from pain. Trauma.

It... It looks like that's how it works here, too.