Eames' laughter is met with a flat stare, and an equally deadpan, "Yeah. Ha ha." Irony isn't Ghoul's favorite flavor, apparently. He crosses his arms over his chest after gesturing behind himself. "That way." He makes sure his hands are well hidden, even if they're in no danger anymore. That tongue is a disaster waiting to happen, he just knows it, even if it's not currently aimed at him. "Pretty sure it was tailin' me for a while." Shrug.

"Why? You got another trick for me?" Of course the help would be appreciated, but from the way Ghoul is looking at him, it's clear that the question is also functioning as a way for him to suss Eames out. See what he is and what the hell he can do.