At that point Eliot was studying Dean with raised brows that showed he clearly thought there was something wrong with the man, lacking all other physical senses aside.

"Wouldja stop callin' me that? I'm not a fuckin' animal!" He released another rumbling noise deep from the recess of his chest. He too crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, Dean, strange place to find someone snoopin' round. What're you doin' down here?" As if he had the right to demand that without volunteering the same information. Then again, he asked first.