"It's not arsenic, is it?" There's a touch of dry humour to his tone, he's joking of course, nobody's tried to poison anyone that way in so long. And everything about Party's body language suggests he's being genuine, which does endear Eames to him a little. Fae do so love gifts, after all.

He's careful as he unwraps it, slipping fingers under the folds of the paper to pull it open without tearing any of it, but more than care for the paper it's respect for what's been given. The item itself he might hate, Eames can't say until he's finished and gets a look at it, but things that are given without expectation are important. Special. They should be treated with care.