Eliot takes a long drink from his glass, then hands it back to Crowley. He's wearing a tunic and leggings, as befits a High King, but since there's no elastic in Fillory, his cuffs are easy enough to roll up. He tries to make a little bit of a show of it, but there's apparently a reason burlesque dancers don't dress as high-fantasy assholes. He rotates his feet one by one, showing every angle possible.

"How's that? Do I pass your weird test?"