That makes it the perfect night for Quentin though. Quentin loves the rain at night, it washes away the sins he commits, cleansing the world of his presence in the awful hours.
In fact, Quentin is indeed out tonight, prowling down Church Street for his latest catch, another tart with few clothes and less morals, ready to take him in a back street and sin, sin, sin.
Quentin likes to sin all right, but Lust isn't his one of choice. His vices are far more macabre but if he had to pick, it would be Wrath.
Quentin's out to play.