Eliot sells himself short. He always has. But they're not arguing this right now, and so Quentin glances up, following the line of his pointing towards the little house in the distance.

Otherwise ignoring Eliot's ribbing entirely. It's easier not to overthink whether he means it or not if he just doesn't let himself think about it at all.

"Is that it?" he asks, looking surprised. Despite the fact that he had known what to expect, he's still somewhat taken aback by the idea that Eliot had received a whole house to himself, tinyhouse or not. "It looks -- cute. From what I can see from here, anyway."