Of course it's essential that Robert says yes now. If he doesn't, it's going to be that much harder to grasp his attention. But Eames is not worried. He waits patiently, hands in his pockets and glancing around the street. He's never been great at keeping his gaze focused on one person or one place for that matter, or rather he likes multitasking and keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings is a thing he does automatically.

"Good."

Then he's sliding an arm around Robert's shoulders and steering him towards the tavern, his hand resting on the young man's chest and drumming an idle beat to it.

"I imagine you finished your school with a row of Outstanding grades on your NEWTs. Am I right, Robbie?"