"It's shockingly disappointing not to be messing with you right now," Eliot confessed. Because it was exactly the sort of thing he would make up just to yank Quentin's chain. "But, yes. Seriously."

As for meeting him: "Not in the flesh. Just been seeing his face over the phones. I have, on the other hand, spent a not-insignificant amount of time with a certain platinum-blonde aristocrat."