While the conflict between Kate and Feather had ensued, Quincy remained quiet. He sat there, observing the scene. As words were thrown across the verbal battlefield, he felt a fire rising in his gut, though he wasn't a fire elemental. There was a darker side behind this eloquent exterior, bloodthirsty and ambitious. That side was how he could steal without regret, and kill animals to make a dinner when he had nothing else. As the flame grew hotter, he heavily considered using his powers to create a vortex around Feathers head, suffocating her. His regally reasonable side warned him against it, seeing as how it would only worsen the hatred humans had for his kind, seeing as how he had murdered a human child. Foolish humans, he thought to himself, so arrogant. They have no idea what we're capable of.