Mostly? Eames is aggressively not caring about anything anyone says to him. If there's anything he's learned in his current position, it's that old fae love to complain and hate doing anything that could be construed as useful.

They complain about the wolves, they complain about the vampires, they complain about the witches, and Eames rolls his eyes at everything. Thank god this isn't a democracy and he has to pretend to care about their petty issues honestly. "This witch is rude tell her to move her shop out of our territory," "why haven't you just taken control of the city yet?" blah blah blah. It's incessant.

Eventually, after god knows how long, Eames shoos everyone away. Returning to the table with a fresh beer and a simple, "go away now," that gets them all to leave. Some slower than others, but they're all gone eventually and Eames sighs with relief once he's alone.