"Now you sound like a Fillorian. Where are you from?" Which is to say, sadly his Earth references will not be taken into account. Winning some and losing some, he supposes. It's not as if he hasn't had to make a whole other world his life and adjust to it. Something he won't lose is his flair, which is expressed in his back to fancy clothes era. Eliot would bring silk to the hunting grounds. He can see Jesper is experienced in his own way, which is attractive, he'll admit. He's been around the block, just not in Abraxas (which is a shame, but he has his reasons). He might just be outmatched, which makes him briefly smirk. "French is sexy, trust me."

"Bitten?" He scrunches his nose as he takes the glasses and starts to examine them by looking into them, then holding them briefly with utmost delicacy. "I'm going to assume it's not the kind I'd prefer. You must be quite the fighter if you're going off on your own out there. Can't say it's the way I prefer to use my hands, but I'm open." He's not trying to be sensual on purpose, it just rolls out. Energy to energy. It also doesn't hurt to have the attention and flirt. He likes flirting, but he backs off it it's not received of course.

"I'm impressed. I would have saved you a piece of my beast, but it went up in smoke when it died. This just tells me I should be hanging out with you more often, dangerous man."