"It could be," Eliot has to agree. "But these clothes are going to be completely ruined if I have to stay out here in this any longer, and I don't think there's a Neiman-Marcus for miles where I can get my Brunello Cucinelli replaced."

That said, he simply walks into the doorway, emerging into the Workshop and looking around.

"Hello?" he calls, "Any demonspawn hanging around waiting for unsuspecting strangers to ambush and devour? If so, I don't think there's much meat on me, the fun-sized blond I'm with has some much nicer muscle which probably tastes divine! No? Oh, all right then."

Then, with a flourish, he turns to smirk at Prompto and holds out a hand to the smaller man.