"Oh," Eames' lips quirk into an impressed smile as he leans back a little on the barstool. It's not a kind expression, but Eames isn't a kind man. It's more amused by the less than selfless nature of her intent that she's so openly shared. So is it the humans she wants to protect, or someone else she wants to hurt? After a moment's consideration, Eames decides it doesn't matter. Not right now, at least.

He finishes the last of his drink, setting the empty glass on the bar and gesturing to get the bar tender's attention for another before he speaks, "put someone else in the line of fire for a change, hm? I think you may still have set something of an insurmountable task for yourself."