There is a darker shade of pink to Jean's face, both at the newfound warm and Eliot's language, but oh well, he asked, didn't he.

However, that doesn't compare to the conclusion of Eliot's story. He reaches for his case, now completely dry, and offers him another cigarette. Those so called sloe eyes are staring directly at him.

"You don't have to do that if it makes you tired."

Whether he means drying people with magic or keeping a nonchalant facade while talking about being betrayed and beaten up is purposefully left open for interpretation.

He sighs quietly, knowing Eliot is poking him, but still unwilling to drive the focus to himself. So he talks about Nino instead.

"As much as he respects me more than he should, I don't think he would want that."

Jean is, of course, very bad at noticing Jean-related things.