"Probably not the best idea to have had you on the team, then." Eliot curved into the jab, using his body's natural response positioning to aim a quick knuckle shot Harvey's thigh. "I think it's all laws, politics, and bureaucratic crap here, though, outside of the paramilitary hoo-ha."
Eliot's watch beeped from across the gym, where it sat on a bench along with a towel and his cane. Eliot was actually disappointed. "Damn. That's the time called bell. April'll be here soon to pick me up."
He made a swift attempt to ruffle Harvey's hair without missing or poking the other man in the forehead. "Tomorrow 16:30, I'll meet you back here. First lesson's on how to fall on your ass."