Eliot's relieved to get past the brief moment of awkwardness, and intrigued by Jack's explanation of where he'd come from. "Well that sounds like a sensible decision, given the circumstances. And now you're famous, so there that. Huh," he says, looking over Jack's clothes again. It still doesn't mean anything coherent to Eliot but if there's a knowledgeable aesthetic sensibility behind the look, so much the better. "Okay, so then is this like, very fashionable, where you came from? You want to look that stylish but for modern times?" Eliot considers the selection and hands him a pair of darker wash jeans. This at least is easy to explain. 

"So these started out as like, utility clothes for laborers, hard-wearing twill, copper rivets and all, but most everyone wears them these days. And the higher-quality ones can get very expensive and very fashionable. I'd recommend a darker shade unless you want to look like a farmer." Eliot gives a dramatic shudder. "I myself like to look a little more formal, but that's just..." Just a mix of his age-old aversion to anything from his rural youth, and missing the splendor he'd enjoyed in Fillory. But that's a more complicated subject than he really wants to get into right now. "I'd gotten used to the sort of magical-medieval style garb in the world I came from but I can't exactly go around wearing leather pants every day here." He smirks at the thought. "With my ass? I'd cause a scene."