Re: Janus/Eames
[The cheekbones are fascinating. There's a glint of something like the art-dealer's appreciation for a new painter, and then Eames's attention snaps back to center. Softer but bemused:] No, darling. I seem to recall after the first delightful go, you were Involved. [Capital I. Slight ironic emphasis. He sits forward, elbows on knees.] Not that I usually say no. [He's clearly fitting pieces together in his head. Eames's expression takes on some neutrality.]
Atticus tipped me off I should be in touch. Should I?