Eames lets out a slightly surprised laugh, putting the dishes on the side so he cab crouch down and pay an adequate amount of attention to the dog. Whose response is an outpouring of affection in putting his front paws up on Eames' legs and dropping the toy to lick his face.

(Sexy, right.)

"Worried I forgot about you?" He turns his head a little to get away from the worst of the tongue, petting Boxer until he calms down, and gives Natasha an apologetic look, "I think we may have to reschedule."