He sits as directed, not at all bothered by the look on her face. Eames doesn't care much if she likes him, and the feeling is certainly mutual, but she's smart and ostensibly in charge. There are worse people he could have to talk to.

"I'll cut straight to the chase," he says, something he imagines is probably a relief for Sylvia. Someone with as strong a distaste for the Fae as her probably doesn't want one in her office any longer than necessary. "I've come to speak to you about the vampires. They're out of control and only getting worse."