Like he can't defend his home against a werewolf, please. Eames shakes his head.

"Half these houses are owned by the Unseelie and wards to keep out werewolves are child's play. The worst he can do is shout and throw rocks until he gets himself arrested."

And if need be, he knows Arthur has silver ammunition in his gun case, even if Eames would really prefer that he didn't. This house is probably the safest place in London she could possibly be.