[ Quentin takes a deep calming breath and points at her with a finger warningly when he thinks she'll laugh. He drops it at the shrug and settles for picking at the end of his jacket's sleeves. ]

My altruism. [ Flat. Questioning. Eyes on the knife again, following it up and down as she moves it. ] Pretty annoying if you're coming all the way over here to cut me over it. I'm not going to apologize for trying to help.