Quentin always was a bastard, even when they were children together.
From Technomancer
Quentin shouted out, "Ho, Cameron! This is just like old times." His soft boots made faint thuds on the wooden planks as he paced the deck. "Once again, I'm up here, nice and safe, about to make a fortune, and you're bruised and battered, and have not a penny to your name." Quentin flicked a spec of imaginary lint from the cuff of his red, brushed velvet coat and shined a bronze button on his sleeve.
Cameron retorted, "Ho, Quentin! This is just like old times! You're up there, relaxing in the lap of luxury, thinking you're all safe and secure, while I'm down here, finding a thousand ways to make you regret you've been born. I've just completed my fourth plan, and I'm enjoying devising more to choose from!"
Quentin laughed in the face of Cameron's bravado. "Of course you are, Cameron. Of course you are. But, there's just one tiny detail I think you may be overlooking."
Cameron shot back, "Oh, really? Do tell."