Eames sighs heavily, there's quite the handful of things he wants to say-- a couple that make him concerned about this whole 'caring about people' thing he's started doing unintentionally, but none of it would be any use so.

He takes a sip of his wine, "fine." It's not like he's about to tie her in his basement and tell her who she can and can't be with. For starters he doesn't even have a basement. His inability to lie makes it kinda hard to say he's happy for her or anything of the sort though.