Jean-Claude lets out a laugh that is low and as smooth as silk before he rises to fetch a pair of tumblers out of a small cabinet behind his desk. Leaning into the other man's space as he sets them on the desk beside him before straightening and raising an inquisitive eyebrow at him, as if to say, 'Well?' Eames is the one who came here with the gifts after all. Jean-Claude does not expect to make the first move himself. That would not be much of an appreciation, now would it?