"Well then, have at it." He's not her keeper, Eames can tell her his opinions in great detail, but he can't make her do anything. What the hell other reaction was she expecting from him? A song and a dance and 'congratulations on your immortal leech'?

He's suddenly reminded of why he's never wanted children.

Eames sighs, shaking his head as he reaches to retrieve his glass, "forget I said anything."