It took a few seconds for it to sink in. He winced, regretting that he'd pushed and thankful that he had. "I'm sorry." It was a genuine sentiment. Maybe the two of them weren't close but they worked together. It didn't seem like it could be easy having the undead version walking around. "I'll keep that in mind."
He nodded once. "I wouldn't say friend. More like coworker." That probably wasn't the best fit but Eliot really didn't know how else to define their rag tag group. Nate had once told him that they weren't friends, but that was at the beginning and after everything the group had gone through, they had to be a little more than that now. Or were.
"Spike." He grinned. No guy with a name like that could ever be meek and mild. The earlier description seemed to fit with just a name. "I've got nothing for you. If kicking ass fails, it's time to retreat." He laughed at the eye roll. Eliot almost felt bad for her having to deal with him but she seemed more annoyed than worried.
Eliot held up two fingers. "One I tried to take back to my place before I figured out what she was and the other one showed up in the middle of the job. The second one's dust." He'd had assistance but considering he'd gone up against something bigger, stronger, and faster than he was and won, it was something worth being proud about.
"You want another one?" he asked, motioning to her drink. "When the recipe calls for it. Can't have a good gumbo without it."