"The fuck do you think I'm doin' here? Just wandered in off the street and decided a mimosa sounded like a good time?" he asks, then realizes that is something he would absolutely do and so he shrugs, as if acknowledging that Martin might be right in that assessment.

"Nah, me and Eliot are friends," he says. "Said he's got an affinity for tall, drunk and handsome."

He'd said no such thing, but Mad Sweeney can't help himself, and it isn't as if he and Eliot haven't casually flirted enough for there to be something close to the truth in the assumption. Mostly he just wants to see if Martin will squirm at the implication that they might actually share a friend.