The tone of Jean-Claude's laugh makes Eames raise an eyebrow, but it's not suspicious or confused. Gently amused, maybe, as he enjoys his drink. Something about it that suggests to Eames that it's not an act, it's just the way the man is.

"The logistics are something we can talk about later," Eames says casually, fingers drumming idly on the side of his glass as he speaks, "we need to get an idea of who in the Nest supports you first. Who would see sense in the event of a coup."