He's relatively certain Norrell will burn through his support and power soon, but at the moment he wields enough influence to make life very difficult for the forseeable future. Eames has no real interest in seeing the tumultuous route between points A and B.

Eames sighs. He's so tired of this already, and he can feel that it's only going to get worse from here.

"I should go," he says abruptly, finishing his beer and putting the bottle down on the table, "no offence to present company, but I prefer to drown my misery alone." Ideally with some fae wine; then he can get properly drunk.