Eames laughs, though he doesn't add any dinosaurs to his illusions. Anyone who'd be tricked by that is probably stupid enough to get themselves taken out of the fight on their own sooner or later.

"Relatively even across the board, it would seem," Eames raises an inquisitive eyebrow at Jackson - he's never been able to discern much about the man's loyalties beyond a mutual hatred of vampires, but in the present situation that's not exactly a useful fact. "Which way did you bet?"