Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Eames had ended rather a lot of people. Hazard of the job but it wasn't something he took any pleasure in, he wasn't a psychopath. Nor did being capable of doing it mean much to him, killing people wasn't a skill, to Eames. It was something he was talented at, but not something he had had to acquire along the way. Eames prized skills that were hard-won, talents that were really graft. He made what he did look effortless, but that was graft, too. He'd no idea he was sat next to a god, even one as unpredictably lacking in halo or angelic entourage as the kind Eames had been taught about once upon a time; it would have tickled him. Even with the death.
He had no idea that god was also speculating on the inevitable essentialism of the pharmaceutical industry to his sex life but gods had to pass the time, I suppose. Eames didn't speculate about growing old, infirm and in need of Viagra, darling, largely because he had no idea if he'd make it past retirement age. Most didn't, that was the problem with all that assassination, people got twitchy.
"Oh, flight attendants. Poor buggers, like asking the paintings in the loos of an art gallery to be spectacular. No need for it, really. Weight, possibly, some poor devil in a shirt and tie has calculated the mass versus propulsion for efficient flight," Eames shrugged off the concept of judgment as if it were a misjudged arrow, they were views and opinions, darling, articulated but Eames rarely flung his very own about with such abandon, rather various veils. "It takes all the imagination out of flying. When you were very little, did you dream of flying?"
He looked at the girl. Attractive (a blond) and under the lights, and under the mysteries of a camera lens, no doubt spectacular. "Tits are real, the hair is too, the nose isn't perfect enough to be a surgeon's," Eames speculated with the casual expertise of the cosmetic surgeon. The nipples were a shade darker than he would naturally have expected, the skin coloration the kind put together by nature rather than logic and imagination. He rather liked it.