Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Eames didn't look at the man and think youth. He looked like the kind of man who might have featured in a few dreams, but not so many of them as to be out of the ordinary. People did, darling, it was just how things were. Even Arthur probably featured in dreams, although Eames was nearly certain those dreams belonged to tidy people who buttoned their shirts to the neck, and who liked fussy cardigans. The point was, the man looked young-ish but not young. Eames was more interested in his total lack of surprise in there being house or Eames here.
"I haven't marked it," he said, of the path, with a smile that teased a little. "But it's there nonetheless. I've always admired people who walk off it.' Which was true, and he held out the chess-piece-in-progress at the man's motion. Eames didn't imagine anyone who had nefarious intentions, would inquire about whittling. There tended to be guns first. Guns first, always.
"I have nothing but time," Eames said, a little untruthfully, "And it's a knack I picked up. Keeps from being bored."