Don't tell anyone this, but Eliot actually likes working at Weaver's enough that he might have stayed past close to help Lantar put various things back in order. That and ...grab a bottle of something that looks interesting. He has no intention of drinking it, he's going to use it to cook with. So it's almost 4 AM when he gets back to the house and ambles, in a freakishly tall way, into the living room, where--huh. That sure is a dildo on the coffee table. He's not sure what he expected from having house guests, but at the very least it looks like it's going to be interesting.

Oh, plus there was Jefferson's screaming on the phone. Was this the dildo in question, he wonders? Have there been multiple dildos out and about? Is he going to find them in his shoes, like cats often stash their toys when they like you?

...anyway. Since he's in his own damn house, he doesn't bother poking around to see who else might be inhabiting it, just flops down on the couch and puts the backs of his heels up on the table, right next to the dildo. "Fancy meeting you here," he ....greets it .........aloud.