Yeah, yeah, same old song. He was right. She knew that much - Mikhail had said so specifically. Eva understood it, accepted it, and frankly felt she should encourage it (his devotion to his siblings). She nodded, bobbing her head several times in complete agreement with the phrase 'bat-shit crazy', though. "I'm being careful, papa," she assured him.
The Lord Charles worked in mysterious ways. He sometimes upheld the 'friends close, enemies closer' policy. She doubted seriously that he would've allowed her to utilize Mikhail and let him be privy to so much information if he really didn't think he was trustworthy - deep down. The work he'd done with Erik, and the work people had done to build on that, would've all been at risk.
"I do keep an eye on him, don't worry. And to be fair, you've started more fires around here than anyone else," she teased, then finished her water and stood. "Gracias," Eva told him, and moved around the table to kiss her father's head after tipping his hat up. Quietly, and with a smirk, "I'm bringing Jimmy back to the office, I'm afraid he's going to ditch me before his shift is up." The blonde cook was singing her siren song.