The advantage of being a forger was that masks were something worn and used, not something feared and certainly not something that took a lot of work. For Eames they were easy to wear, adjusted just right and not showing much of anything to anyone. Except anyone that knew him well. For Eames though, until recently, he had no one like that. No one that kept a close eye on him or cared.

The rest of the day he didn’t glance up at Arthur, though about ten minutes later he sent another text.

Not sure how long I can smile. How much more do you want to do tonight?

Not looking to leave before him, just wanting to know what he had coming and what he should brace himself for.