Eiffel does stare, admittedly, but it's not shock or horror. It's drinking Jedao in, like if he looks away he'll forget it all, and with the back of his fingers he glides a glancing touch over Jedao's ribs, before he pulls him in for a deep, genuine kiss.

"You look badass," he mumbles against his teeth, before he nips quickly at Jedao's tongue so he can't protest.