God, he's just exactly like a puppy, isn't he? Eliot's not sure whether to be annoyed or charmed, but the fact that he's been rescued by this man pushes him more toward the latter. He suppresses, however, the urge to ruffle the blond's hair.

"Why not?" he says instead. "I should expect that by now."

And now they're very nearly to the door, and Eliot's steps slow, examining it critically. Perhaps it leads to another hell-pit? Or maybe just somewhere out of the cold and rain ...