Eames gives him a look, unconvinced. He knows your circus-y ways, sir.

"It's for a thing." Yes, of course, a thing, which he is apparently not in any hurry to start on, as he's shoving one bag off onto the nearest flat surface. This is much more entertaining. "What, haven't you perfected your Tsath-yo yet? Let me see." He steps precariously over a piece of bookshelf, finding a space to crouch and poke at the instructions.