Tell me that I'll figure it out...

[moralabsolutism]

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[emotioneater]

And there goes the glass, shattered in Cooper's grasp. He wonders how many teeth he could knock out of Eames' pretty face before he got cursed into next week. Three, he's thinking. Maybe four.

He's just getting more and more riled up. Cooper's temper has gotten him in trouble before, but he's just charging ahead, damn the consequences. "Why'd you really ask me here, Eames? Was it for the good of the fae? Because all I'm seeing right now is a petty, self-centered little man who's upset things aren't going his way for the first time in a long while."

[falsify]

"I asked you here because I wanted to understand what it is that makes a man who claimed to want to change things for the better support a woman who sends her people out there with cages."

The anger is back, remembering Samantha coming into his territory to capture his people, but it's not in his manner. Gestures and voice perfectly conversational, even as he considers how many hardwood bullets it'd take to put this little man down.

He could argue with Cooper, but frankly he doesn't actually care about this poor attempt at insulting him. Eames just sighs, bored, and takes a sip of his drink. A million things flit through his head that he could say to needle him — from jabs about his capability to the incredibly trite pointing out that Nancy is so impossibly wrong about what a good person she thinks Cooper is — but he decides against it. Just waits to see if he's going to lash out again.

In some ways, he thinks the lack of engagement might get to Cooper more.

[emotioneater]

"You could have guessed my motivations from the start. Seems like you brought me all the way out here just because you wanted to sit there all smug-like while I lost my temper." He sweeps the shattered glass onto the floor and goes to the bar to get a new one, giving him mind time to cool down.

He's fizzled back down to a temperature that won't fry an egg on his head by the time he returns. He trying to figure Eames out. He just sits there, lofty and aloof like he's above it all. "So what do you want t'be done? You won't convince the Night Council to change their position on your own. Half of 'em were for it to begin with."

[falsify]

He could've guessed, but that's not the same as knowing, and he's never seen any indication that Cooper had a hate for them that ran so deep.

It's funny though, Cooper's opinion of him seems to be so different to how Eames sees himself that it might as well be a totally different person. He'd probably laugh if he'd said it out loud.

By the time Cooper returns, Eames is helping himself to a second glass of scotch and he frowns a little at the question. "Like I said, I wanted to understand your position," he answers simply. Cooper's a new face on the Council, a relative unknown quality. Eames had foolishly thought the man was smarter than this; he won't make that mistake again.

[emotioneater]

Cooper doesn't bother to sit back down. They're pretty much done here. They've got the measure of each other. He doesn't bother with any parting jabs. Eames would just turn them against him anyway. "Well, now you do." Cooper snatches up the bottle of scotch to take home. Nope, Eames does not get to keep it.