Elliot winced at the coldness of Ana's hand, but he didn't pull back from her, if anything, he leaned closer. He looked into her red eyes with his own as she coo'd softly and squirmed as she tugged teasingly on his dress. "I... ", he started to say, but trailed off into silence, actually lost for words, before looking at Rachel as she pushed the tray into his arms. It felt so natural to refuse... but that refusal never came, causing his expression to grow even more suprised.
He glanced back and forth between the two sisters with that hopelessly lost look on his face, before wordlessly turning with a swish of the dress, and carried the tray off up the stairs. As he climbed them, he tried to convince himself that there was no magic involved, and he'd made the choice to do this... but with each step, he became more and more worried. Seeing Fatima coming down the stone steps, he lowered his eyes, and hurried passed her her in silence.
From the hidden passageway,
Elliot emerged, cheeks a little red as he glanced around, noting Lilly and Dact at the bar, a reminder of what he'd expected himself to be doing when he'd decided to come into the club. Clutching a silver tray in his skinny, hairless arms, he crossed over to the bar, where he paused and stared at Bones, unsure wether the Criminal Mastermind would even recognise him wearing a dress with his hair now black.
"Rachel and Ana would like their usual.... please... ", he said, once more using that very small voice, as if he hoped that by being quiet he might just go completely unnoticed.