"Right then." Eames clasps his hands together on the table in front of him, smiling pleasantly enough at the assembled witches, "let's cut to the chase then, shall we?"

He pauses briefly when the drinks arrive, considering ordering food for a moment, but apparently it's bad manners to get a meal when no one else is eating. That can wait until after. For now he fixes his gaze on Abigail as he makes the offer; she's their leader for more reasons than her wealth, he assumes. "The offer on the table, is this very borough," he says with no more explanation than that, no terms. Nothing. Let the offer sit first for the trio to decide how they feel about it.