He smirked and shrugged a little. "Your loss. I'm a catch." He feigned a saucy wink and then cringed again as he shifted to slide into the truck. He was hoping his mystery hero was one of those vigilantes living at the complex, but somehow he doubted they had the power to make demons go explody or its likely he would have heard of it. His own eyes rolled at Eliots comment.
"I'll try hard not to ruin your exterior." He quipped back and leaned heavily against the door frame. His hand touched his chest and he let his eyes slide shut. "Thanks. " He didn't give any emphasis or anything, but he assumed Eliot knew what he meant.
Every turn the truck made Booth felt despite the caution his friend took. But he didn't say anything, he just focused on staying awake, and off all the blood.