"Consider it karma," Eames says with little in the way of apology in his tone of voice. He stands there looking up at the bird with his arms folded and a light frown on his face, noting the noise but he doesn't know a whole lot about binding himself, but he'll file it away to ask someone about later.

Considering the current climate, Eames should probably spend some time really getting to know that aspect of witch magic.

In the meantime, he glances in the direction he was headed originally and then back to Mogget. "Don't suppose you fancy telling me how to undo this spell of theirs, do you?"