[ Instinctively, because he has been in this business longer than Eames has, Heine gives him a sour look over a forkful of food. It fades a second later into a more blank stare and he shakes his head. ]

I'll figure it out. It's my fault anyway.

[ He makes sure to rib Eames some more, just in case he thought he was getting soft or something. ]

You sure you're not sleeping on the floor with all the bottles instead? Looked cozy.