Pietro shrugged. "Doesn't give him a reason to harass my guests. You can sit, if you want," He could tell by the way Eliot was standing the guy was going to be a tough sell. Hardison, on the other hand, was all for feeling a little less like some sort of awkward punk. He took the chair across from Pietro, looking back at Eliot with a hint of confusion.
"Right, so-"
"So, Mr. Hardison, Mr. Spencer. Word on the street is, you're looking for a few outlets for your... particular talents."