That was it, it had all been Quentin, and none of it had been Mitchell being, in general, a dick. He knew he was a dick, anyway. He'd always had a small streak of it.

"Hey now, let's not get into the speeches, huh? Don't worry about me. I just need to lie low, and keep my head down, and work on a new book. You don't worry about me, okay? I'm the propaganda guy," he paused, and frowned. "Just... don't tell anyone you saw me, alright? I figured you knew, but--" he shook his head, and waved a hand.