"Yeah, he'd be stupid to not figure that out." Eliot chuckled and arched up his eyebrow. "So what's the hurry?" he taunted, still leisurely taking his time with his drink. So far he drank only half that draft.

"Night's still early." He glanced at the clock that hung over the bar that read a quarter past midnight. "Relatively."

He made no move to get up either, obviously intent on teasing Dean. He knew the other man wanted him and he enjoyed working it up more.