The more he talked, the better Eliot got an idea of what was going on. He had a thing for Bela and she probably had a thing for what he could do for her, whatever that was. "As attractive as a bad girl can seem, sometimes there's a reason they come with a warning label." Advice coming from someone who had been down that road. He also knew what it was like to fall hard and lose, although he'd fixed things with Aimee.
"The only thing that's going to help is making your bank account smaller. Trust me, man. She ain't worth it." He took a drink from his glass and set it down. The way Booth was carrying on, he imagined that a warm welcome wasn't something Spike would be getting when he got back. "Probably will. I get the feeling there isn't much that stands in his way when he wants something."
Shrugging out of his coat, he threw it on the stool next to him. "What'd she do? Shoot you?"