He knew many things about his job, and many things that he added to it. In his jobs, he had to know every single detail about the mark. He added to that by carrying around a leather journal to take notes of everything. He knew when they were born, what label they wear. He wore his three piece suits as a sign of the type of person he was.
He knew of things in the dream. In the dream, you are more open to your inner thoughts. It is a natural part of the dream space, something he was use to because of his experience. He knew of the times he went into a dream and realized he didn't trust a person, had hostile feelings toward them.
But they were experienced dreamers like him.
She was not.
She was young, very smart, and extremely mature. She had a smile that made you want to spill your secrets. She moved in a way that spoke of innocence. Her ideas were amazing and jumbled, ranging from everything and nothing he ever thought of.
But she was not an experienced dreamer.
She came into everything here with a childlike wonder, and now that they had made it this far, he began to realize he knew something new about her.
And it made him leap into things quickly. It was just something that took barely a second, something that not would change the pacing of the plan.
When he pulled away, nothing changed. Her lipstick was not smeared, nothing to signal she had been kissed. Her cheeks were a bit pink, but other than that, nothing.
He didn't plan to, which was why he would have never imagined himself kissing her, but he was glad he did.
It was just as he said. It really was, worth a shot.