He knows Dodger's probably trying to figure out what kind of business Eames wants him for exactly, not exactly like Eames doesn't know all the ways Fagin keeps himself afloat, he's seen enough kids fall into the old bastard's clutches, but he doesn't care to dispel any anxieties about it just yet.

Eames is all smiles with the owners, a bit of polite "how's it going?" and all that chit chat, and he orders a couple of cups of tea and takes two menus to a table near the back with a good view of the door and the rest of the place. He slides one across the table, noticeably more relaxed now they're out of the den, and offers a tired smile, "said you're going to eat well, right?"