Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah was, Eames was delighted if a little bemused by, full of almosts. It was almost contrary and Eames liked contrary above all else. "No, probably not. Why are you so important to them?" She was, to all appearances, just another pretty girl albeit one smarter than she looked. But there was doubtless depth. Albin didn't bother itself with extraneous detail. Eames rather believed their old crew or at least, most, dead.
"Arthur is a weapon, darling. Nearly always." Eames spoke candidly, as if they were discussing the weather and he allowed her hand to slide along the interior of his elbow over what felt like extremely fine wool. Arthur liked his suits exquisitely cut and highly expensive, Eames just added a touch of flare to the whole arrangement, but not sacrificing quality on the way. "He's very good at what he does."
He looked at her, observing her in the setting of the Paris street that was exceptionally quiet, for all it was a dream. "I'm the architect. Although the architect is usually deployed to keep someone finding the way through long enough that the projections don't notice you're there long enough for it to all fall apart." His mouth twitched. "This is a dream I'm making. I'm just making it in your head."
He paused. The well-made leather shoes came to a complete stop. Eames's expression was placid, his blue eyes searching. "Everyone born has a subconscious. It's what the mind does when we're thinking of something else." He stood and he waited for a projection - singular, any at all, and he observed her.