The part of Eliot that understood that, that agreed with it, was a little closer to the surface now than it had been a couple days ago. Unfortunately it didn't help how close to the surface you were, if you were still drowning.

Eliot looked at Hardison for a long moment, refusing to close his eyes, then swallowed. "Yeah," he said, sneering. "I'd totally wan'you t'tie me to a chair."