[Eames was playing straight into Magato's greasy, garbage stained hands, he knew it without Magato slinging an arm over Heine's shoulders and watching the two of them smugly. He didn't want to give him any satisfaction, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't angry. If he didn't think Heine could put up with a bit of discomfort considering the stupid choices he was making. And not all of them had to do with choosing Magato over him.]

Who knows, maybe you'll listen to me for once because it doesn't seem like you're listening to anyone else. They're all worried about you, you know. His dick can't be that great, for you to want to cut everyone else out of your life.

[Because it sure wasn't the personality. Eames knocked back a bit more of his drink, smiling sweetly at Magato since it seemed like Heine couldn't meet his gaze.]