He's just gone through to the kitchen, and comes back with two beers, making the bold assumption that Natasha would like one too. Eames sets the two bottles down on the coffee table, (with coasters, because he's not an animal,) watching Boxer soaking up all this affection with a small laugh.

"He's a clever dog," Eames says, taking a seat with his eyes still on the two of them, "a little skittish, but we're working on that."