The awkward thing about vampires sometimes is that they tend not to be able to enter homes until they're verbally allowed in. Unfortunately, Cesare isn't exactly doing very well at acquiring an invitation. He snarls and smacks his hand against the wall next to the doorframe and holds his palm to it, leaning forward towards Eames, chin low, eyes up.

"I've had enough of your games, Eames. I'm ending them. Let me in now."