Eames doesn't believe in beating around the bush if he doesn't have to, in a lot of ways it's nice to just get straight to the point instead of having to butter someone up or talk circles around them.

"You and the rest of London." He sighs and takes a sip of his wine, like he's imparting some terrible news. It's great news for him honsetly, but for the vampires? Not so much. "You're on track to lose your Night Council seat at this rate."