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[plagiary]

Usually there is something in it for me. [ Someone to entice, something to steal, a prize to be won. He doesn't care about the money, not any more. Inception set them up for the rest of their lives. ]

Are you sure you're not just indulging in some sort of childhood sexual fantasy? You don't have to invent a reason to see me in cat-eye glasses and a pencil skirt.

[specifythepoint]

Are you disgusting because it amuses you, or is there anything reason that I'm just not privy to?

[God, Eames.]

[plagiary]

[ God, Arthur.

Eames smiles though, the full body kind of one that makes him seem as though he's part Cheshire cat. His smugness is almost like a physical attribute, as though it radiates from him in visible lines. Of course in a dream anything is possible. It just so happens he's like this in real life too. ]

Would you like to hazard a guess?

[specifythepoint]

No.

[He's no fun. Not sorry.

He moves a bit, and then he smiles a bit, and takes a step, and from where he steps, fractals radiate out away from him.

Sometimes Arthur gets this way, pleased with this kind of structured play.]

[plagiary]

Don't you make a little Eliza. [ He means Elsa. He's sure Ariadne taught him all about the origin of that infernal song.

He watches Arthur for a moment, the pattern edging out and out towards his feat. Eames hums a little. ] Impressive.

[specifythepoint]

[He looks over, confused for a moment, and then starts stepping up onto the fractals - they're solid and steady enough to hold his weight.]

You can keep saying that you're the best forger in the world, but there's no one who makes paradoxes like mine.

[There's that really smug smirk.]

[plagiary]

Apples and oranges, sweetheart. [ He watches with a lazy sort of look, the way a lion might watch the poor little meerkat that's wandered into its field. ]

I did always say you were the best. [ Just very, very boring. ]

[specifythepoint]

You did.

[He keeps going up, and up.]

After two years with Cobb, I feel like I'm finally getting back why I like this.

[plagiary]

[ Eames rolls his shoulders, his expression unreadable as he watches for a moment. Then he's pushing off from the wall and following, steps less cautious than they should be. For all he knows Arthur could just vanish them beneath his feet in revenge. ]

Ridiculously repetitive patterns? Feeling superior to the common man? [ Another step, his amusement evident in his voice. ] Being a tailor to something more than fabric?

[specifythepoint]

[He turns and keeps going upward.]

Don't be an asshole, it only suits you when you're trying to impress other people.

[And the fractals keep going up, repeating.]

[plagiary]

Says the man currently showing off.

[ From below he gives another smirk, dark eyes flashing. ] Are you about to have a Rapunzel moment? Will there be a tower up here? A witch? I can't tell which Disney Princess you're so desperately trying to encapsulate here. You've been hanging out with Ariadne far too much.

[specifythepoint]

Are you the prince, in this scenario?

[He turns and a fractal hits Eames in the face.]

You're not doing a great job at it.

[plagiary]

[ It smacks him full on and he splutters a little, throwing Arthur a dirty look before taking the next three fractals at a hop. ]

You're being difficult, Princess. You can hardly blame me.

[specifythepoint]

What makes you think I can't blame you?

[Arthur says that with just a hint of mischief in his tone, like how he told Ariadne kissing her to distract Fishers subconscious was worth a shot.]

[plagiary]

Princes' are supposed to scale Ivory towers, aren't they? It's not my fault if you keep moving the whole damn thing, is it?

[ His princess is another another castle or something. ]

[specifythepoint]

Consider it a challenge.

Not up for it?

[Is that innuendo?]

[plagiary]

[ Please. ]

Oh, I am. But would you like proof?

[specifythepoint]

You've piqued my interest, Mr. Eames.

[plagiary]

[ Another couple of steps, the smile on his face only widening. ] Oh? Well, I do aim to please.

So you'd like to be saved from your ivory tower? Is that what you're telling me?

[specifythepoint]

[A pause-]

Are you suggesting I get dirty with you?

[plagiary]

[ A short, sharp laugh. ]

No, but I'm open to suggestions.

[specifythepoint]

I thought I lacked imagination.

[plagiary]

It's never too late for you to learn. [ He stops on one of the fractals, glancing back down to the ground of the hotel. It always impresses him when Arthur's the one to place details in the dream. They're beautiful for all that they don't stray out of the lines. ]

Don't you want to?

[specifythepoint]

I think your idea of imagination is limited.

[He may color within the lines, but the colors he uses are seamless, beautiful, well considered.]

[plagiary]

[ A snort of laughter. ]

Oh, fighting words.