He tries to keep a straight face at the way Daine's ominous pronouncement deteriorates, he really does, but Eliot can't help a bit of a giggle. "Ugh, that'd be shameful," he agrees, still laughing a little. "Either way really, being a were-fish or just knowing you slipped up that badly. Still, came away with my pride intact and..." he considers the events of the previous night, how it honestly felt good to be out being heroic again.

"You know at least it happened now, in the winter? They smelled godawful but imagine if it'd been in the summer." He shudders dramatically. "Reminds me of this giant...snapping turtle we had to deal with, that was high summer and he stank like nothing else. Good old Prince of Mud."