Eliot's expression was guarded, but he settled to give one shoulder, on the uninjured side, a slight lift up and down. He heard enough, but he didn't know how long Dean had been going before he woke up to their shouting.

"Thought people in your line of work need to keep an open mind," he muttered but left the commenting at that. If Dean's brother was agreeing to help, then that was all Eliot cared about.

Except that there was still the problem that Eliot didn't trust him, a feeling that was mutual, no doubt.

"You have him look up what's this goin' on between us too?" Because obviously something was.