Eames looked around the finished dream admiringly. Ariadne had outdone herself. The tall, sweeping cathedral was almost a work of art in and of itself, and a perfect setting for the devout Catholic they were extracting from. The church was mostly empty, except for a few praying projections sitting in the pews. Eames noticed a man entering an empty confessional and smiled to himself - that would be where he would play his part.
"Magnificent work, Ariadne - this may be your finest design yet." Eames said approvingly.
"I... yes. I mean, thank you," the architect stammered. She quickly turned her head away, slightly flushed.
Eames wrinkled his forehead a bit - Ariadne usually was straightforward in accepting compliments - she'd gotten over her initial bashfulness about her designs long ago.
Cobb was looking at Eames contemplatively, then at the surrounding building.
"I'm going to take a quick look around," he said slowly, his eyes lingering on Eames.
"Are you sure, Cobb?" asked Arthur. "We haven't practiced this layout as much as I would have liked. Wouldn't it be better if you stayed in position?"
"It's fine, I'll be back soon. Eames, stay here for a few minutes."
"Considering this is where I'm supposed to be, you can count on it," said Eames, eyebrows raised.
Shaking his head slightly, he dreamed himself up a mirror so he could put on his forge.
"Oh! Let me do that!" said Ariadne, and instantly there was a far finer mirror, one that fit the grand cathedral much better.
"You architects and your aesthetics," smirked Eames. Ariadne flushed again and stammered, "I just thought, this mirror would... would suit you better for making your forge."
"And I do appreciate it," said Eames lightly, and he stood in front of the mirror.
"Ah, now Eames, such a shame that you have to slip out of your wonderful visage into an aged old priest," sighed Yusuf. "It will pale in comparison to what you are wearing now."
Eames laughed, glancing down at his bright pink paisley shirt. "Thanks, Yusuf, I get enough jabs about my fashion sense from Arthur. Good to know you care."
"Enough of all this," said Arthur with a frown. "You should all be getting into position."
Eames responded by shifting into the form of the priest, examining himself closely in the mirror. However, Yusuf and Ariadne still hovered nearby.
"Let's get going people," snapped Arthur.
The two looked started, and hustled away out of the main hall, heading outside. Ariadne glanced once back over her shoulder towards Eames and Arthur as the door closed behind her.