[He smiles behind his tea cup, remembering him. Remembering them. Them has never happened, though. Not the way Eames wants it to. He sighs, sips at his tea.]
I think... we will, if you trust me not to bite, yeah?
[He smiles over at him.] I only bite for special occasions.
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I think... we will, if you trust me not to bite, yeah?
[He smiles over at him.] I only bite for special occasions.