Eames purses his lips, giving that some consideration. He's only told a few people where he lives, but that's another consequence of this loss of anonymity he's had. He could harp on about it, but fundamentally anyone with enough connections could find him now, it's unfortunate and deeply troubling but not something worth dragging Jean-Claude over hot coals over.

He doesn't take the bag, but he does thumb the safety back on and slip the gun in the back of his trousers, leaning to put a hand on the dog's head with a gentle, "down, Boxer," and "kitchen," which makes it... Well, no less suspicious but the dog is less immediately aggressive as it pads into the house.

"Come in," he says after a moment, just to listen for any signs that Boxer's waiting to pounce on this guest, and gestures for JC to follow him through to the kitchen also.