"I know someone who went to the opening," Eames answers, noncommittal. Seemingly unsurprised Evie managed to focus through the glamour and spot him. He's been inside, he's seen the facade and where they keep the fae. He wants to burn the thing to the ground, but he can't do that-- not yet, so.

He leans back in his seat, sighing softly over the rim of his mug, "how about you?"