Eames isn't considering failure at this point, he just wishes he had a sleep potion on hand or something just in case.

"Good." He'd hate to have to deal with a dog, especially one that probably won't care for him in their home. He can sometimes compel them but he'd rather not. It's hard work.

Boxer's asleep, so Eames doesn't bother him. Just grabs a jacket and leads the way to the door, "let's go."