"Oh, I loved them," Dieter agreed with a wistful smile. "All but one of them were in Europe and I never could find the last. It wasn't as though anyone advertises which safe they use," he told him and he shrugged. "But then one day a man comes to me and asks if I want to do a job in Las Vegas," he said, shaking his head. "And it was the final Wagner! My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw the blueprints he brought me. They had a crew to protect me from the zombies of course but in the end it was me and the final Wagner symphony."
He grinned a bit, brows raising when Eames told him he was a forger. "Oh!" He beamed a smile. There were many who would judge him for what he did. A forger would not. "An artist, how wonderful. And an amazing one if you can do forgeries," he remarked.
"What's dream sharing?" he asked as he moved into Eames' room, gravitating toward the bed that wasn't surrounded by knives, stretching himself out.