Re: Janus A/Eames - log
Certainly, of the two of them, it looked like Eames would come out on top of any struggle. That wasn't the case there, in that room, among the heat of reality, but in the dream, it would be very very different. The soldier's flickering eyes roamed slowly from Eames' face, then around the room, playing for time as he tried to decide if he wanted to try this incredibly intimate suggestion. It was a solution he couldn't manage on his own, but it risked a lot more than his other attempts so far. He knew he wasn't strong mentally, and that would show in a dreamscape, whether it was a mortal's or his own. Janus was plenty capable of cheating, but right now he was barely able to play the game, and he knew it.
"No, no control," he said, finally, almost evasively, his gaze still roaming. He was coming to a conclusion, but he didn't like it. Janus was pretty desperate to return to his former self, but some deeply horrible things had happened to him while in the Nightmare's clutches, and he didn't think he was up to putting himself back under again, not willingly. At this point it was all he could do to force himself to sleep, and not even that often.
The demon's gaze came back to the man in the chair, taking him in, reading his ease and comfort with the situation. He moved like the owner of the room and his skillset, which he was. Janus missed being the man on top of the moment. Finally, he shook his head, which looked large and absurd on a spindly neck. "I can't, right now. Too much."