It was tempting, and badly so, even for those who did it regularly. Maybe moreso for them, since they knew what was possible.
Eames smiled, inserting the line into Charles' wrist, the dosages didn't much matter once they were already under, since this was just a dream, but he set it up the same way all the same.
They ended up in the middle of a busy street market, the kind that could have been any number of places, Morocco maybe, or Egypt, it was one of Eames' favorite places to take dream-sharing trainees.