"Right. You'll have to forgive me--" Eames starts, crossing a leg over the other with a sigh, "but from the outside it seems a lot like you're doing absolutely nothing. Meanwhile we're doing our best to avoid being drained dry because we're nothing to you and killing vampires is verboten."

Everything about him right now is calm, measured, but despite that there's an impassioned edge to his words. There's nothing new or unusual about a fae hating vampires, but this is more than that. It's a matter of survival, and for now the smartest way forward is playing by the rules.