Eliot grunted at the discovery that Dean had been searching up about him. Not specifically, but the species, if he could call it that. He wasn't horribly surprised given the man's calling and in this case, it might be what would save his life.

"Still don't like it," Eliot mumbled, but he knew another losing battle when he saw one. It was probably better if he just saved his breath and picked his battles.

So he sighed and drank the rest of the water bottle. "If you really think he can help..." He hoped he didn't trust the wrong person.