Re: Janus A/Eames - log
Janus was certainly smarter than he had been as a mortal. He suspected that was experience, and not natural brain-power. He could be foolish and certainly had more respect for his own hide than he had as an idiot kid. There wasn't any salt or traps here, and Eames in the chair was as flesh and mortal as they came. Janus sighed, moving his hand over one thigh little wider than a rolling pin, in a gesture that meant nothing at all except that he was preparing to sit, which he did a moment later in the chair obviously set out for him. It was not a graceful movement, but once he was in it he arranged himself into one corner with his shoulders falling forward over the birdcage chest. His eyes looked large and luminous from this angle, even from the blue light.
"Chemistry." Janus was surprised and curious. He'd thought Eames had found himself a bit of sorcery to help him along, and was frankly stunned to be presented with technology. "I don't know if chemistry would work on me, or not." He thought about it. As he did, the faint tremor in one hand was just visible, present as he sat with one set of knuckles on the seat next to him. It probably would work. Once Janus was physical a lot of the same rules applied, it was just that he didn't have to stay physical if he was conscious enough to do anything about it. (Unless something stronger, like the Corinthian, got in the way.)
The demon waved one skeletal hand at the offer. This body had naturally felt a little bit of the dependency, not physical but mental. Janus could control that impulse if he wanted, on better days. Right now he just didn't feel like putting forth the effort to suck on smoke. "No, thanks. You going first, you mean you go to sleep first?" That was tempting too. The soldier wavered, chewing on nothing inside one cheek.