Properly affixing the hat upon his head, Eames feels as if he fits right in. Of course, he also thinks that about wherever he goes, given his predilection for shifting and fitting into the landscape, giving her a smirk as he leans in closer. "Don't trust me too much," he rumbles, breath wafting near her neck. "I'm former for a reason," he says, grinning like he enjoys that fact.