To Lindsey it would only make sense that Eliot was the favorite. Buffy had known him longer and he could feel the tension between them since the day he had passed her in the infirmary earlier that week. He could feel it had only gotten worse since then. It was something he was going to try and tune out, althought it was creaming at him. It was one of the strongest things he'd felt so far other than Buffy's wrath.
"Hey Buff, who's your favorite, me or Eliot?"
He just had to ask. He asked loud enough for Eliot to hear as he headed up the stairs. It wouldn't be him if he hadn't. He placed sock clad feet on top of the coffee table and got a little more comfortable on the chair. He noticed Eliot had already taken the initiative to go upstairs to talk to her. Lindsey would have listened to her if he had to, but really that was more Eliot's job than his since Eliot was practically her boyfriend from what he'd gathered.
He reached into his back pocket, lifting his hips up in his seat and pulling out his wallet. He opened it up and pulled out a twenty dollar bill. He directed his thoughts towards Buffy and grinned to himself.
Say me and I'll give you twenty bills.
He glanced over towards the kitchen to catch Buffy's gaze to let her know it was him talking to her and not Eliot and waved the money. It would be the only way that she would have been able to tell their voices apart.