Wow, okay. No. If Eames looks offended, it's because he absolutely is, and he exhales heavily through his nose before he speaks. It's not untrue that he enjoys messing with people, but he's affronted by the idea that that's all there is to it. As if he leads such a dismal life that this is the only way to get his jollies.

"You might not approve, Arthur, but it's my job to know people. I didn't expect you to be there, but it's hardly as if I was about to ignore the opportunity."

Kathryn's voice doesn't quite carry the same bite that Eames' own does, but he's not thinking about that so much right now. He reclines against the back of his chair with a frustrated sigh and shakes his head. Half contemplating just leaving, but he might as well address the actual question he was asked, which he does with a dismissive gesture and a significantly less impassioned edge to his voice. "I told you because you're smart enough to figure it out on your own, and I'd rather do this now than three months down the road when you have all the necessary information."