"Oh. If you're sure." Jack holds the scarf in his hand out for another moment, then places it loosely back around his neck. He hasn't been given a great many gifts in his life, and none so simply given as this. It seems exceptionally and strangely kind.
"Thank you. Though you don't have to flatter me to get me to take it, it's a beautiful scarf." he smiles as he says it, but he doesn't really believe the compliment. Hadn't Eliot said that blue suited him before? And now it's gold? Flattery seems to be just part of how Eliot interacts with people. It's entirely possible that he hasn't really meant any of his compliments, but that's fine. He's probably just trying to smooth over the situation.
He redirects his attention to the racks of coats and pulls one off of a hanger to try it on. It's a little big and front comes around double-breasted, which seems cumbersome. He takes it off again and moves on.
"I have a yellow coat back home. Brocade, embroidered. Silk Tassels." he smiles a little, more genuine, as he flips through the comparatively drab coats in front of him. "That was after we'd taken the Urca De Lima. There was plenty of gold to go around, for a while."
He pulls out another coat, black and wool but with a nice lining. When he pulls it on, it fits well and feels warm. He buttons the front up, tucking the scarf in as he goes, then pulls at his unbuttoned shirt cuffs so that they come out the arms of the coat, creating a sort of faux ruffled cuff. "Well. This isn't bad."
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"Thank you. Though you don't have to flatter me to get me to take it, it's a beautiful scarf." he smiles as he says it, but he doesn't really believe the compliment. Hadn't Eliot said that blue suited him before? And now it's gold? Flattery seems to be just part of how Eliot interacts with people. It's entirely possible that he hasn't really meant any of his compliments, but that's fine. He's probably just trying to smooth over the situation.
He redirects his attention to the racks of coats and pulls one off of a hanger to try it on. It's a little big and front comes around double-breasted, which seems cumbersome. He takes it off again and moves on.
"I have a yellow coat back home. Brocade, embroidered. Silk Tassels." he smiles a little, more genuine, as he flips through the comparatively drab coats in front of him. "That was after we'd taken the Urca De Lima. There was plenty of gold to go around, for a while."
He pulls out another coat, black and wool but with a nice lining. When he pulls it on, it fits well and feels warm. He buttons the front up, tucking the scarf in as he goes, then pulls at his unbuttoned shirt cuffs so that they come out the arms of the coat, creating a sort of faux ruffled cuff. "Well. This isn't bad."