Re: [Woods: Atticus & Eames]
Eames wasn't a zen man. Had tried it once, for a laugh, sitting about wearing white, listening to bells. For a woman, as most acts of colossal stupidity generally were and he had promptly gone to sleep the way any man who has lived a military life learns to drop off quickly. Eames liked life rather more lively than zen. It probably explained the gun in the leftmost drawer of the kitchen set up. He didn't take Atticus for zen, exactly. Slower. But he didn't appear especially methodical.
"They can run away with themselves when they talk about sex," Eames said, equally comfortably and he left the beer bottle where it stood. He was, for all his sins, tidy and the leaving of the bottle was deliberate. "I'm sure one can run away with oneself on all manner of topics. I'm not sure odd ducks is one of them, darling." He looked relaxed, Eames in his own home, the one acquired by people who spied on him for living in it.
"Janus deals in information. I suspect they don't give much away as a rule," Eames knew about gender differences, he even knew some of the theory behind it. But practical demonstrations were something completely different, and Eames wasn't much for theory. "What do you think Janus knows that you're not getting? Do you think you need it?" The man in front of him seemed self-assured enough to know who he was. And wasn't.
"Useful," Eames echoed, quizzically. "For what?" But the electricity situation and Eames threw out a hand to the house. "Practically speaking, I do. I'm not one for technicalities." His smile was lazy but sunny. "I've very little inclination to stay out here all by myself all day. Speaking from experience?" He cocked an eyebrow.