"Oh," it takes him a moment to realize what he's looking at. The first impression is gold, and delicate metalwork, and then... "Well."

He leans down to get a better look. It's a beautiful crown, organic and strange, undeniably regal, and probably worth a fortune just for the craftsmanship alone. He might like to pull it from its drawer, but there are a lot of people here today, and Eliot had locked it away for a reason. It's very likely that he doesn't want it to be shown out to everyone in the room.

The implication of it being here is not lost on Jack. If Eliot owns a crown, what does that make him? A prince? a King? Jack straightens, and as he looks back at Eliot, can't help sparing a moment to imagine him crowned in gold. He doesn't think that it would look out of place at all.

It takes a moment for the last thing that Eliot said to hit him. "Wait-" He frowns. "Why would I think that? Did you buy a crown? Or is this yours?"