"A wizard." Eames repeated the word slowly trying to wrap his mind around the idea that anyone could possibly be a wizard. That was something he didn't even bother with in dreams and yet here he was in the waking world being told there was a wizard. But then people had tried to tell him this place was strange when he'd arrived, he supposed now he was starting to see more of what made it just a touch off.
Eames lifted his shoulders a little, "Maybe some force thought we were just meant to be together." he suggested, falling back on some flirtatious optimism. Maybe there was a reason behind it, or maybe there was no reason at all for it, but he could believe what he liked.
He frowned though when he felt the sort of tug on him as Dieter began to move, preparing to start his day. "Can't bear to be separated already, darling?" He asked looking along the space between them like he could find some sort of rope there that was keeping them tied to one another.