"Thank you," said Eliot softly, and suddenly found himself exceedingly charmed by that smile. "You smell good, too. I think I'd just as soon spend time with you than the flowers."

He was flirting. It wasn't strange that he should be attracted to Fawn, right? After all, he'd been attracted to Fin and they were twins. And they were different, certainly, but it wasn't as if Eliot had known Fin that long or that well...