He is standing opposite Eames, feet planted widely on a steely blank plane. His hands are in his pockets and he is as impassive as ever, wondering what all of this is about.

Eames, who is still holding a toothpick between his teeth, even in dreamspace, removes it long enough to say, "Mate, you're watching her a bit too close, aren't you?"

He pretends not to know what the other is talking about, but (irritating, or no) Eames has him read like a book, so he says she is interesting. Merely interesting? She's his polar opposite - but no, Eames, it could never be more than that.

When they wake, Ariadne asks them what it was that they practiced. (It does not help that they give her different answers.)