Eames chuckled softly, "You might not, but your subconscious is another story all together, love." He assured him. Eames had seen it enough times to know that no matter how docile the dreamer seemed to be the subconscious always had different ideas about such things. "It's not something you have any control over, the same as when you're awake, the subconscious is always at work always looking to protect you, even from the things you might not imagine you need saving from."
But it was normal for Eames, these kinds of things - he'd done it enough that he didn't give a second though to either shooting himself or others he was sharing dreams with if he needed to. At least until fucking Cobb had come along putting his quest to get home before the safety of anyone else.
"Oh no," He grinned down at Dieter, "No death in dreams only wakes you up, you have the memory of how you died, maybe even the recollection of pain depending on how it happened, but when you wake you are exactly as you were when you fell asleep. So utterly delightful in your case." He finished.