Oh no. Oh noooo. Eliot did not like that. And he has a perfect right to not like that. They've had sex once, and had a couple weird tender dream moments, and let's not forget that Johnny just opened up about his archangel boyfriend (though if Johnny's being perfectly honest with himself 'boyfriend' is not the term for what Gabe is, he's not even sure that term exists). All that does not make him anything more than a complicated fuckbuddy. Johnny shrinks down further, sipping his cocktail slowly, hoping all the focus in the room can just stay on the vampire.