[They're really going to do this here, in some shitty bar, in public for anyone to see or hear? Eames squared his shoulders, almost physically rolling them as if he was readying himself for an actual fight. Instead he scoffed back, arching an eyebrow.]

You made your choice, and you made it many times. I'm not so desperate for attention or connections that I need to wait on you or cling to your coattails.