"Fuck no, I could get the shit back for quarters, if I used my usuals. Less, if I told the fucking capes what was going on. Half, or nothing." Despite the words, his eyes held something close to a friendly challenge; to see if Eliot would really push forward.
He could sense the tension between his bodyguard and Eliot, and almost said something about it, but he didn't really see the point. If they got into it, he was pretty sure Eliot would win. And it'd serve Jack right, for being an ungracious host.