There's something about Eames that commands respect in a way that Party doesn't notice until he's already halfway to nervously scrambling into the offered seat. It's not exactly something supernatural, but it's both attractive and frightening all the same, like he imagines an old time mafia boss or a high powered CEO would be. It's a funny thought that comes out in a little nervous grin as he nods at the question.

"I wanted to give you something." Carefully, he places the brown paper wrapped painting on the table and slides it towards Eames. "A thank you."