Re: Janus A/Eames: the 'Stop
He hadn't thought the demon would cuddle a plastic take-out cup like a teddy-bear, but it was wildly, oddly inappropriate with the youth who Janus occupied. Eames was noticing detail, even detail scuffed up and marred by blood, bruises and broken ribs. The creature on the cot moved gingerly, in increments that were costly.
He had no idea what Janus meant, even if the explanation had been sufficient, rather than deficient. It was a pity, darling, because Eames would have dearly loved to know how the jiggery-pokery worked, but alas. "Like pancakes," he put forward instead, "Toss a couple out, you mean?"
He looked back into the suspicion with recognisable frustration. Eames wore it openly, this time. "No. You need to be up to playing them back for it to be sporting, darling. It isn't cricket." Deliberately ironic.