Eames gives a practiced few puffs at it, sighing in pleasure and leaning back against the wall behind them.

That question, though, has his hackles raising. "No," he says quickly, pausing to take an inhale on his pipe before frowning and releasing the breath and smoke. He turns his head to look at John, unsure.

"...Well... I mean, a little. I'm not looking for his bloody approval or anything, but his opinion is-..."

He cuts himself off, frowning again. "Mind keeping another secret?"