So he was a morally grey mastermind who didn't drink and got Parker's sense of humor. At least that was how Eliot was reading it. His contact with Noah had been limited to the boards when they'd discussed Parker's "lap times" to keep the inquisitive kid off track. "Sounds like a decent guy," he said neutrally. He grinned, nudging her knee with the toe of his boot. "Look at you making friends."
Eliot eyed the book she held out. Of all the targets he'd thrown knives at, the squares in a Sudoku puzzle had never been attempted. Or even crossed his mind. "I don't think you're going to find any smaller," he replied with a shrug.
He still wasn't sure what to make of the fact that she was, or now had been, roommates with Death. He'd spent so much of his life thinking of it as a concept that it was hard thinking of it as a female. "She adopted the anti-Christ? I thought he wasn't supposed to be all that evil."