It was easy to see just how much Dieter loved cracking the safes, each one that he could and then being presented with the final one. Well that would be a temptation too big for anyone to resist he was sure, but especially someone as drawn to them as Dieter seemed to be. "And did you get to complete the final symphony?" He asked, curious now - zombies were new and different from his world, but he supposed differences were meant to be expected.
He thought that he'd be able to talk quite easily with Dieter regardless of whether or not they were tied to one another. It was a pleasure to talk to someone who understood a little about what he did and the circles he moved in. "Passable," He assured Dieter with a hint of humility, "I'm far better at dream forgeries than the physical ones." Though he was very good at those too.
Allowing himself a moment to appreciate Dieter stretched out on his bed before Eames got to changing for the day, uncaring of undressing before him as he stripped out of the clothing he'd worn to bed the night before and began digging through his options for the day as he spoke, "Is that not something you all have?" He wondered considering one shirt and then another. "It was created initially for the military, a training tool - soldiers could kill one another again and again in a dream and never have to have any real world experience. It was just a matter of time before someone saw other applications for a tool like that." He pulled the shirt he'd chosen over his head.
"We use it now to pry information from the sleeping minds of our marks now." He explained. "A little like safe cracking I suspect."