"You know that's not what I was asking." This is the problem with Reynard. One of them. Always has been. As much as he enjoys talking around things and playing with his words, Eames really does value a straightforward answer-- an honest answer. Especially from those he lets in close to him, which for some reason he has Reynard.

Something occurs to him, something that seems so obvious that he'd be surprised at him not thinking of it if not for how absurd it is. He glances in the direction of the fae he'd been speaking to, and then back to Reynard, frowning. "You're not jealous are you?"