Redhawk Caldera green-eyed monster

Elwood quirked a brow at Grimm's proposition. Something stupid? He couldn't imagine what she might have up her sleeve, but he was getting used to such situations. Finley threw him for a loop more often than not, and while had had grown up being something of a "stick in the mud," he was beginning to learn to throw caution to the wind...occasionally.

"Absolutely," he replied with little to no hesitation, his brows arching upward with curiosity.