Roughly On Par with the Cakemaker of Kiev

Eliot felt sick, hearing that obsequious tone from someone who looked so much like Hardison. He sighed. "I know you've got a brain, man," he said. "Look, just -- gimme a minute to get some pants on and I'll show you." He nodded to Hardison's dresser. "Should be stuff that'll fit you in there if you want to get dressed yourself. You can take your time -- anyone comes lookin' for you, I promise they'll haveta go through me first, okay?"