Jean-Claude inclines his head somewhat in response, as though in acceptance of the other man's answer. He is not out on the battlefield himself after all. He is handling his business. A more long-lasting, sustainable endeavor than the single day of a faction dispute.

He leans across the table towards the fae. "What better ways did you have in mind?" he asks. Because he's not a fool. Eames is here instead of on the battlefield, after all. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.