[ He would have had fun watching Elena attempt to fish that single peanut out, but now he's just looking down at the unclean state of his all too expensive jeans. Not cool. He glances up with a roll of his eyes and reaches for a paper towel as he hops off the barstool. Instead of getting bits of salt off his jeans though, he takes hold of Elena's hand and gently wipes her fingers clean. He doesn't say anything. He just looks at her after, tilts his head to the side as he reaches out with his hand to brush his fingers down the side of her neck to her chest. He taps his index finger on her breastbone, slides two fingers down and deftly, all too skillfully reaches for the peanut.