"Naw, that's all Parker." Though, as further evidence of spite, Hardison wasn't arguing with her about it anymore. He wouldn't go so far as to agree, but if he'd wanted someone to try to explain to her how Eliot wasn't a robot/alien/pod person, he'd have to look elsewhere.

To someone he hadn't punched! And then ruined pork rinds for FOREVER.

"I'm still tryna figure what's wrong with you. What the hell happened in Switzerland. Something like that." He settled back into the couch and made whistling noises. "But you know, if you're all good and comfortable there, you can just do your sexy silent brooding alpha male thing. You do you, Eliot."