Catching Dean's meaning, Eliot nodded his head gratefully and returned back to the topic before.

There werewolf laughed and apparently that gesture was finally enough to hurt even in his drugged state. He calmed down and shook his head. "Nah, talkin' of real steak, blue cheese, jalapeno, bacon-stuffed filet mignon. Called that due to the grillin'."

A pause then another wry grin. "Got a recipe or two for snakes too, I suppose. Never tried the southern style though. And put some barbecue and mustard on mine, no mayo." He'd make his own if he wanted real mayo.