Having heard the extent of details he felt he needed to, he began to wrap up the effort. There was but one minor detail to wrap up before releasing the trance.
"You remember the jarring feeling of reconnecting to your sense of vision, your consciousness. You're met with a soft smile from Jack, who coyly remarks, 'Well that was insightful, Quinn.' It could be just a slight disorientation from awaking from the trance, but paranoia creeps into your mind and you are compelled to ask a question- if nothing else just to confirm: 'Did you stay within the agreed upon boundaries?' You watch carefully, and listen for the many cues to measure his honesty and to your relief, his affirmation, a simple 'Yes' was as confident as you would expect and you neither saw nor heard any signs of dishonesty from the Ventrue."
Closing the trance with the false memory, he retained his soft smile while her mind processed the new memory and caught up to where they were at. There really wasn't much more to discuss on the matters. The Lord had the details he needed and knew what direction he wanted to go with it. Once seeing her come back to life, he remarked, "I can't help but feel I've done Sacramento a disservice by keeping you and that dress from a respectable work/life balance. If you had nothing else for me, we might be able to make it back for a couple of drinks, or last call at least." He glanced about the massive room before resting his eyes back on Quinn, "Alternatively, I happen to know someone with a big, empty ballroom we could crash- as long as you don't mind the lack of a crowd. I imagine there might just be a decanter stashed away somewhere in the building."