Eliot searches Quentin's face again, trying to find if he really wants company, or if he just thinks he should be polite about it.

He decides that Q is a shit liar, and must mean it. That may just be Eliot making excuses to do what he wants to do anyway, but when has he not?

"Take me away with the Fellowship, Frodo," Eliot says, giving Q a smile. "I am always and forever willing to spend hours in your bed, with or without a movie." He isn't actually capable of not taking an opening like that to flirt, even if he knows that Quentin will just blush and ignore it, most likely. "By the way, never mention the movies around Margo, she'll complain about something I never read that's missing for ten minutes, and then make you watch the porn version. Which is both terrible and tragically not hot."