Eliot's mouth hangs open as he gives Johnny a hell of a side-eye in disbelief. Boyfriend? Is that a thing that just happened or is this whole thing, vampire celebrity and all, just some bizarre fever dream? Did he drink wood alcohol again?

He shakes his head, he's got other matters to attend to. Like how Spike is saying more things and it's all well and good and Eliot does believe that his face is going to remain un-punched but he is also confused by something.

"You sound different," he says, peering at Spike as if a visual inspection will reveal the cause of the discrepancy between his memories and the actual person standing in front of him. "You sound like...like actually English? How is that a thing?" It does not make sense, and this conundrum could easily take up the rest of Eliot's day, but, other priorities.

"And come in and have a drink, for fuck's sake."