Eames nods, makes a soft noise in acknowledgement of her well wishes. He'll not comment on the issue of alliances - mortals are taught not to trust fae, but that's a two-way street. For his part, there are few mortals Eames has ever trusted on their word alone.

It's a complex issue, and Eames has neither the desire nor the time to really get into it right now. Especially not with someone he barely knows. He takes a sip of his drink, a thoughtful look on his face before he speaks, "and what is it you want, Ringer? Or am I to believe you really are all about protecting humans and whatnot?"