[ He spends a few more seconds scratching the cat, a small smile curling the end of his mouth. Yusuf looks a bit paranoid around the edges; his cat is lapping up the attention it feels it deserves.

Straightening, he follows the gesture to sit, my wanting to make the chemist any more nervous than he already has. In some way, it's nice to know he has this effect still. Eames never takes him completely seriously and Dom started ignoring any warning signs early. Sprawled in a chair, he automatically tilts it back onto two legs. There's not anyone here who'll kick them out from him for a laugh. ]

A couple reasons, really. I was curious about your dream den— and no, I don't have any plans on blowing it to the authorities.

[ He's been in this sort of crime long enough that some things just aren't worth it. If some people want to spend their money on living out their lives in dreams, that's on them. ]

Secondly, I know this might be shocking, I don't hold grudges. You're a talented chemist, Yusuf. I haven't had that kind of clarity with a somnacin mix in a while. Ideally, I'd like to keep you on as a supplier, if you're interested.