We'll see about that. If that isn't an insult to the Dodger, then nothing else is. Like he hasn't been at this his whole life, and done better than even Sikes could. Who was the one locked up? Not him, that was for sure.

He relaxes a little when he sees the tea coming, though he doesn't relax completely. He knows better than to do that when there's business to be discussed, even if he's mostly sure this is the side of stuff he prefers working at. He does give his order over to the woman, giving a cheeky but oddly endearing grin at her, and remembering to use the manners Fagin beat into them all. Once she's gone, he looks straight at Eames.

"Ordered."