you know the first rule of combat?

"Even if I'd wanted them, I couldn't have had them," Eames explains as he stands, wry for the very idea of him as a parent. Some people are meant for it; he isn't. "Too much traveling for work. Besides, I'm sure you've guessed by now that I'm not the settling down type." It's more credit than he usually gives someone so quickly, but then, that's been the nature of this whole exchange. Gesturing back at the jukebox as he heads towards the door, he shrugs. "If this is the result, I can't say I mind, either."