Re: [Dream Training]
Eames inclined toward being the kind of man who liked to leave an impression, like marking clay with fingerprints or stepping into freshly-poured cement, just to see what remained. The relationship between Arthur and Eames, such as it was, twanged like an overly tight violin string. Eames was desperately curious to see what might make it snap. Save the obvious of course, darling. A little light betrayal. He watched the liminal smile Arthur wore in Hannah's direction with a fractional motion of eyebrows. Observation, forgery, it was all in the same bag of tricks.
He didn't see Hannah and think doll. She was very pretty, and she had the look of one who had learned to keep blank, but those were always the most dangerous, in Eames' experience. He'd never been good at it. Too much of a flincher. He'd grown out of that, and he'd grown into mimicry, and sleight of hand. Nobody notices if you twitch in the wrong direction. Arthur sent cool disregard in Eames's direction and Eames's smile widened a touch. "Who says I've ever taught a novice?" Idly. Deliberately irritating.
"I dream, you come in. He hasn't got anywhere to lie down," Eames said, maddeningly clear about nothing. "That's the difference, darling. I'm the infrastructure, the stability. It's only by coming into my head you can find what's mine. You can dream together, but it's not the same at all as climbing inside my mind and searching it for my subconscious." His smile was sleepy, as he took a seat on the side of one of the pallets, ignoring the way his slacks tightened on his thighs.
"Dreaming is a state of subconscious. The far down you go, the deeper into the subconscious you are. You can find things there that are buried. But everyone's mind doesn't much like the invasion. The point is, you need not to be noticed while you do whatever it is you're there for." He threw a look to Arthur, who was inevitably going to fuss with the IVs, so Eames wouldn't bother.