The touch is very pleasant, and Jean can't get over how real it feels. It also causes his ears to go red. Eliot's reaching out had felt so natural he had relaxed into it without a second thought. Or maybe it was just the wine taking his defenses down with each sip. But now that his mind has caught up with what is going on, he can't help but feel a little confused.

Still flushed, he blinks slowly at Eliot, as if he were one giant puzzle.

"I don't think we have a Victorian era. What were they victorious about? Overcoats made to last? "

Jean himself is a little partial to overcoats. After all, they're one of the charms of ACCA's uniform. There's actually a heavy, European atmosphere about them. Not that Jean has ever heard about Europe either.

"An advisor...Why would you hang with him for?"