Whether Eliot saw Sam's look and ignored it or missed it completely, Eliot was still standing firm with what he said. "I don't care what he did, I ain't doin' it."

This was what Eliot was apologizing to Sam for yesterday, his inability to give the Devil what he wanted. He knew this moment would come, where the Devil would push at him and he would push back instead of bend. He didn't expect it to arrive so quickly after yesterday, but with Lucifer knowing Sam was a leash around Eliot, the backlash may fall onto the other man again. But here, in this situation with them both dressed, he hoped it wouldn't be as horrible.

Eliot turned away from the Devil to the man on the bed who was watching the scene unfold with anger and perplexity. The poor soul still had no idea what was going on but Eliot wasn't about to enlighten him. The man was damned like all of them.

"Put me back on the rack or throw me with the rest of these souls, but I'm not doin' it. You said he's not very nice? Neither am I. So fuck you, Lucifer."