"Oh," Dieter smiled at that, gone just a little bit dreamy from all the petting and closeness, dewy and blissed out. He was very easy to please. "That makes sense. How clever. Having your own totem that only you know all of the details." He knew what his would be.
He arched his back a little as he stretched, gazing warmly up at Eames. "I'm glad I have been attached to you. Climb you like a tree," he joked with a laugh. And he had to reach up and give a bicep a squeeze.