[ Eames nods and pens it down to the list. ] Alright. I'll try to word in a way that lets me keep some secrets from you. [ He teases with a playful little glance at Gerard.

He lets the question sit for a while as he finishes writing, and then looks up with a small, hideously enigmatic smile. ]

No, I'm not a spychic. Just very good at reading people. However, there is a way we can enter a dream together. And in a dream five minutes becomes an hour while our subconscious minds communicate.

[ He puts the paper away and takes a sip of his tea. ]

Do you want to try it?