"I asked, what is a phoenix? I mean, it sounds hippy and all, but it is not something that I'm familiar with." I replied.
"Huh? What are you talking about? It's like this mythical bird which can reincarnate after being burnt in the ashes or some shit like that." Quentin shrugged as he spoke.
"Hmm, as far as I know, there is no bird called phoenix in our mythology." I replied.
"Weird for dragons to exist and not phoenix…" He mumbled.
"You know what might have happened, Mr. Quentin?" I spoke.
"Yea?"
"Well, you might have confused your world's mythology with this world's, which might have caused this confusion." I muttered.
"Yea, you might just be right about… What the-" Quentin was not suspecting me initially, but when the realization hit him, he looked at me with a shocked look on his face.
"Well, you look quite surprised, Quentin." I smiled as I spoke.