[Eames comes out of his own desperation long enough to glance at the picture, and he smiles softly, picking up his own teacup.]

Of course I do. Remember that mark? What was his name... Something with a B?

[He steps closer to Arthur than Arthur had intended, smiling down at the photo.]

Christ, we look young. [He looks up at Arthur, grinning, immediately going to exactly that voice he'd used way back then.] What's the difference between me and eggs? Eggs get laid.