Eliot only nodded to the conviction he heard in the demon's announcement of his torturer's fate. Having been working wet work after coming out of a war, he had seen the ugliness of the world. Deaths, this death particularly, wouldn't bother him.

"Your kitchen needs improvement," Eliot retorted with his eyes still closed. He subconsciously leaned into Dom's light touch. "But it'd be better than here, yeah."

He still didn't know if he was ready accept the demon but he knew his own past wasn't on the side of angels either. Perhaps he could do the rest of his soul searching in the presence of the demon.