Dieter felt a little shiver work through him at that wink, his smile shifting slightly as he bit the side of his lower lip. He shifted to lay on his back when Eames sat beside him, easier to look at him while he talked from that angle.
"That's so fascinating," Dieter murmured. "How do you do it? Can you just do it here or is there a machine?" he asked. "Do they sleep in a pod?" He was picturing something very sci-fi.
"Do you ever go into someone's dream and it's just... melting clocks like a Dali painting?" he asked. "This is so interesting, you have me on the edge of my seat, so to say." Of course, there was also the fact that Eames was very nice to watch and listen to, and Deiter would probably be fascinated if he were reading the phone book, but all of this dream stuff was also interesting.