Anyone else, Yolande would assume that was flirting. Since it was Enjolras, she just figured he didn't actually want to throw up at the sight of her, and called it a win.
Besides, for once she wasn't in the flirting mood. Barbed teasing was the mode of the night, it seemed.
"Well, Main Street tends to be. I really suggest the French Quarter instead, come." She offered a very formal arm to him, tossing her hair over one shoulder. "Away from the maddening crowd? We can work you up to Pirates of the Caribbean."