"Well." Eliot's eyebrows bounce up slightly, and his lips twitch into a shadow of a smirk. "You might wanna get dressed again first, but other'n that it sounds like a plan. Boss. I'll be in the hall when you're ready."

And he slips to his feet, easy and casual as he heads towards the door. He looks back over his shoulder just as he reaches it, though. "You're a grown man," he points out mildly. "I sure as hell hope you don't think you'd need t'hide anything you'd want in your own damn room." And then he's out the door, pulling it shut silently behind him.