Eliot snorts and leans forward, elbows on his knees. "Pretty sure you're the lucky one here," he points out blandly. "Believe me, I could walk out the door an' have another job in less than twenty-four hours, probably even workin' for someone who actually respects my expertise."

He leans back again, eyeing Damien critically. "Look, I don't give a damn where you wanna stick your dick or, hell, where you want anyone else t'stick theirs, but next time you feel the need t'creep out here an' get your rocks off you let me know. 'Cause the way you're goin', it's just a matter of time before you manage to trail a pap out here after you and out yourself to the damn world."