He understands the need for theatrics, but that doesn't make it any less unpleasant, and the way Eames seethes at the petting and pulling isn't entirely for show. He clenches his jaw as Jean-Claude looks at him, working it when he looks back out on the crowd and Harris. There's no noise, no open hint of worry or fear, but he does flare his nostrils in open hatred for everything this event stands for.