Even another illusionist would have a hard time seeing through his magic, don't you worry Nance.
He grimaces at the bruises, but his gaze doesn't linger. He'll just treat them like the bites from when she used to do blood work, just pretend they're not there. Eames drops his jacket on the bed and goes straight to the minibar; he'd love a beer right about now, but since he's not allowing someone to drink while he's around, it only seems fair not to partake, so he goes for a can of lemonade instead.
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He grimaces at the bruises, but his gaze doesn't linger. He'll just treat them like the bites from when she used to do blood work, just pretend they're not there. Eames drops his jacket on the bed and goes straight to the minibar; he'd love a beer right about now, but since he's not allowing someone to drink while he's around, it only seems fair not to partake, so he goes for a can of lemonade instead.
"Lunch," he agrees, "where's the menu?"