He leans forward, because he does recall said abs being fantastic. Fortunately for Spike's virtue, Eliot is struck by a thought that keeps him from reaching his goal. "Oh shit, is he all cold though? How does that work?" He definitely doesn't want to go around touching people's bellies if his hand is gonna stick to them like an ice cube. Yick.

And now they're going? Ugh, vampires are so much grumpier than Eliot expected, this is not how he wanted this to shake out. He frowns. "Aw, but drinking!"