No, not exactly flirting. Then again, Enjolras would probably not recognize flirting if it bit him in the ass, batted its eyelashes at him, and danced around in flashing lights. So, you know. It was much more of the second one with a bit of feeling vulnerable enough in these circumstances to trust someone he had just met, and argued with online. But then, it had been a amusing enough argument, he supposed. He could be nice for now, and see if it became a friendship. He needed to have more of those, he reminded himself. Even socialites of all people.
...With any luck, Enjolras could get HER involved in one of their pet causes. Getting her to do something for the literacy drive could really increase donations, and he wasn't going to get THOSE by acting like an asshole. He'd learned that the hard way, trying to get a story a few years ago, and had tried to maintain politeness, at least, since that point in time. There was something about this that felt a little odd but it would be better than other options, certainly.
"I...all right." he agreed, but didn't take the arm, following closely instead. No offense meant, but, well, he only touched people he was truly close to. "I am here, right? I may as well take advantage. Thank you."