"Break my label maker and I'll break you," Eliot piped up from over by the television. "I'll also stop feeding you." Eliot was amused, though, by Parker trying to label Hardison.
"The old-fashioned cane has gotten me around so far. If you want to make something better, go ahead." Eliot smirked in Hardison's direction. "Hell, put it in another pair of Oakleys. That'd be a trip."