Please don't go looking for him, Eames. That would not be good. And it would cause a scene, and the human would get blamed.

Nancy blushes, looking down at her feet. "You don't look bad yourself. I've got to return the dress tomorrow." She didn't have the luxury of racks and racks of dresses. So she did the sensible thing and stole them with a little help from magic.

"I'd ask who tailors your suits, but I'm sure I'd never find them in London."