Just because Jean brought that on himself, that doesn't mean he knows how to react to Eliot's blatant flirting. It also doesn't help that the last time he assumed someone was flirting with him it was...a bit of a disaster. He stares back with round, blue eyes and goes a darker shade of pink that may or may not be the wine getting to him.

"It would be convenient if they didn't notice our absence at all. Am I right to assume, Mr. Magician, that in spite of your experience, you have no idea how to leave our current location? After our meal, of course."

He crosses his long, long legs and gives Eliot a self-contained, challenging smile. He wouldn't look that different from some noir movie hero if he was not still blushing like a dolt.