A few steps farther into the room, Eames turns to face her, smile just the slightest bit softer. Like everything else, it's curious, the way she responds, how she lingers back at the doorframe and lets her voice grow quieter before she speaks again. Briefly, he wonders if it could have seemed even for a moment like they were coming back here for something other than whatever's likely about to happen, but he doubts it. There's got to be some reason. Right now, it's just not a priority. "Well, I think that depends, darling," he says, quieter in turn, crossing back to where she stands. "On if you'd like to." It's a clear open invitation, a declaration of interest, just slightly different from how he usually does it. He wouldn't have expected so, but the situation suddenly seems to call for that.