This question wasn't a test of taste, but of intelligence. Keith Wyatt knew the right answer without even having to think.
"Mr. Quincy, it's obviously—"
"Tell me the truth."
Willow Quincy had guessed he was about to start flattering him, so he quickly cut him off. "No lying."
"...Oh." Keith Wyatt immediately reeled it in and said earnestly, "I think, in terms of looks, you and Felix Preston are actually on par. It's just that Felix has a more gentle, refined look, while yours, Mr. Quincy, is sharper and more intense. The two of you have completely different styles."
"Mm," Willow Quincy said with a nod, seemingly satisfied with Keith Wyatt's answer.
Keith Wyatt breathed a silent sigh of relief, but in the next second, he heard Willow Quincy ask, "Then which do you think is better? A refined look or a sharp look?"
"..."
Keith Wyatt's expression stiffened.
