Nothing he hears is untypical. Decades may pass, but the old grudges stay the same. One by one the fae leave until Mogget is the only other left. He too stands as if he's about to leave – but instead he transforms back into his cat form and jumps up on Eames' table.

"That was painful to watch." He skirts carefully around the pint of beer. "Didn't look much fun to endure either."

One of the many reasons he never sought the highest ranks for himself. He always did prefer his own company over that of any other.