Eames had not forgotten the knack of reading someone, even one who didn't wish to be read at that moment in time. Jeremiah was practically neon, even if he didn't intend to be. First the boat, then the sigh. It was too easy for Eames, who thrived on challenge.
"You'll become accustomed, darling. Everyone does. Or they leave." Which was the inevitable alternative, but he said it anyway. The dogs, the naming convention was rather charming. "Isn't it meant to be 'eyes and ears," Eames hummed an approximation of the tune. His voice was - to other people - surprisingly tuneful.