"Oh darling, you're going to have to tell me more about how much you loved cracking those safes." It was obvious that Dieter loved it, just hearing him talk about symphonies, and there was nothing Eames loved more than a man who was passionate about his work. It made it all the more surprising that Dieter had seemingly given it up.
He shook his head, it seemed there were a lot of strange things in the different worlds people came from here, and he could only imagine what that must have been like. "Nothing quite so interesting in my world. In fact I'd say it's fairly boring compared to what I've heard of some of the places people come from. Just normal people there as far as I'm aware." He admitted. Which was fine by him, things were exciting enough without adding magic and horror to his world.
With Dieter's hand in his they left the room and Eames led the way down the hall to his room. "I'm a forger." He explained as they made their way together. "It started with painting, I always did love art." He grinned, "And what started innocently enough really couldn't help but become a little less so in time. And then they invented dream sharing and it turned out that my skills were useful there as well." He went on, it didn't seem to matter what he told people here. Though at home he wouldn't talk about dream sharing to anyone not already in that circle.
He let them into his room so that he could get ready as well, Octane seemed to be gone for the time being, no doubt tied to someone himself, though there were still plenty of evidence of his roommate there, weapons littered around his side of the room. "Make yourself comfortable, love. I'll just be a minute."