The sentiment doesn't sit well with Quintus--it's a bit too outside the bounds of obligation, unburdened by the yoke of duty. Becoming a peacekeeper had been duty to him, an expectation to fulfill, and though he took his current position in part due to the intellectual challenge, he doesn't like the notion that an outsider might be able to waltz in with so much choice, working to keep occupied.

(And so much acceptance, too, protected by fame when he might very well have no stake in this--)

"Glad you found some way to use your time," he says, busying himself with his glass again, his fingers tight against the crystal stem. "I figure you don't have to deal with the Arena anymore?"