He can't imagine she'd make him leave unless he actually does instigate something, but he sighs at the comment anyway.

Putting the bottle down, Eames steps closer to Nancy and lifts her chin with a knuckle so he can look at her properly.

"I'll try. But I'm not going to make any promises." It's as good as a contract, and fundamentally 'will not fight a vampire at dinner' isn't a contract he'd ever sign.