Eames' explanation isn't terribly surprising. Robert, of course, knows that he left school, that he's dabbled in experimental things, that he's not necessarily the most straight-laced wizard. It's never particularly bothered Robert, even if he does't necessarily approve, but he's sure that's only a remnant of his quiet fondness for the only boy in the world who's ever bothered to show real interest in him. Were that not the case, he'd probably look down his nose at Eames like he would any other criminal or degenerate.

"So you've been keeping busy," he says, just to fill the silence, his thumb tracing the chips in his shotglass. "Have you been back in Britain since school? Where did you end up?"