Martin manages a little smile at the suggestion of hot toddies—that does sound perfect, actually. He continues sipping his water while Eliot sets everything up, and by the time he's sat back down, he's just put back together enough that he manages to meet Eliot's gaze.

"Oh," he says, a bit surprised at the acknowledgment of all the flirting. "I mean—yeah, it's all right. I figured you was just having a laugh. With me, anyway." He lifts a shoulder, trying to laugh off the self-deprecation, though it doesn't have much energy behind it. "And John's... I mean, he has been in a relationship before, though I don't know much about... her." His eyes pull away from Eliot, looking down at his hands, still clutched around his water glass. "He's not—he doesn't—he doesn't have sex," he manages finally, "which isn't a problem for me. But I don't know if he's interested in... anything else, either. With me."

Well, that's putting it rather optimistically, isn't it? He frowns to himself and amends, "Actually, I have pretty good reason to assume he's not."