Eliot had to lean heavily on Dominique during their shadow travel, but he doubted he would have been much of a burden to the powerful demon. He never understood how that method worked except that it just did, and in moments, he found himself in the familiar space of the demon's apartment.

Although Eliot would never admit to it even under torture, after that ordeal, it felt nice to fall into Dominique's bed and be surrounded by the scent of his lover. He certainly didn't feel like smiling, but he did inhale deeply after he was settled in.

"Just need to rest." Even as he answered, he looked like he was ready to fall asleep. His wolf associated this den with safety and he did too. He knew no one will be getting him without going through Dominique first.

"... just so you know... I'm outta here in the mornin'," he added drowsily.