Well. Isn't this a nuisance? Quite partial to the odd fight, this one; truth be told, he didn't care much one way or the other about the insult and he laughed along with his new punching bag. A keen eye obviously noted the way he was holding his beer by the neck of the bottle because now there's someone standing between him and the nose he was intending to break.

Eames can feel the magic rolling off the witch, and if he had to guess he'd say the stuffy-looking old man's Daybreak to boot. It makes him pre-emptively bored of the entire situation, but his tone is perfectly genial as he addresses this interloper.

"Pardon me," he smiles, putting a hand on Giles' shoulder to try and gently usher him out of the way, "but typically one is supposed to ask before they cut in."