[ Just because Eames likes that no nonsense attitude, he refrains to keep his eyes off the man's naked reflection on the window. The amusement he wears at the crowfeet around his eyes doesn't dissipate, though, if possible, it gains depth. ]

Oh, certainly, [ he admits. ] I put myself here, for you to ogle. My apologies, you caught me. [ He brushes Cassian's shoulders with his big hands, straightening his coat. ] Or maybe to get a look at you. Either way, quite a creepy thing to do. I'm a little amazed by my sheer nerve and cunning ability to time it so perfectly.