Eames huffs a small laugh, charmed despite himself, and steps closer to Reynard. Easily throwing back the last of his drink and discarding the glass to rest that hand on Reynard's hip.

"I never said I doubted you," he says, bowing his head just a little toward the other man with a light hum that sits in the back of his throat, a noise that's as amused as it is happy. "I was just curious how many throw themselves at you after just a few words."

He mirrors the sharpness of Reynard's smile, not as sharp but still dangerous and cunning in his own fashion. "I hope I'll have taught you to make a little effort for whoever your attention flits to next."