[That one word really said it all, and Eames let out a small, soft whistle. Even though it felt like some sort of violation of their client relationship, he patted Heine on the shoulder, because what was there to say about that? He'd never been to the region, but the horror stories that came out of it regularly was enough to make anyone wary about going there.

So instead, he accepted the barb and let out a small snort.]

You mean other than housing and taking care of him before you came along? I'll always be his first you know, so I can understand your jealousy and your territorialism.