"Be my guest," Eames closes the door and leans against it, the dog looks up at him curiously and then at Natasha, tail wagging slowly as he approaches slowly. Is she a friend? She's in the house and Eames seems relaxed about it, so she's probably not a threat.

"He's quite shy," he says and crouches. Boxer immediately comes back to him and Eames pats the huge baby on the side. His tail's still wagging and he's still looking up at Natasha-- he just needs a little security with new people.