You're cheating! You're tall, that counts as cheating!

[And eyeing Eliot, it would be so easy to just launch himself at him, climb him like a tree and get the damn knob. Especially when Eliot has that easy smile on his face, the one that Quentin's been missing for months and only ever really noticed how often it was aimed at him, when it suddenly wasn't anymore.

Fingers out, he stalks close, grinning wickedly- or, you know, a little sappy and a lot smirking. But.]

Give it, or-- I'm going to tickle you again and not stop until I get what I want.