Boy, is he getting sick of this building. But needs must and Eames is here now, getting the appointment wasn't the easiest and he sort of hopes it's because Sylvia's busy and not because nobody here wants to deal with him. He's perfectly polite to everyone whenever he has to deal with the Institute.

He keeps up that politeness, distant friendliness with the staff as he's shown to Sylvia's office, and he offers her a congenial smile, "how sick are you of my face?"

Don't answer that.

He continues on once the door is closed. She never seems one to shake hands with a fae so he bows his head instead, "thank you for your time."