Eames could certainly understand that and nodded his head in agreement. "Exactly," he said and turned to face the point man. "It's like with my business, hm? You pay for what what you get - you pay for cheap shite from down the corner, you don't know what the hell you're putting into your body. But you pay for something a little better, a little cleaner and you can be rest assured a good trip and no side helping of rat poison."

He leaned against the window and found himself looking the point man over slowly. He too had worked hard to get where he was - not only in his business dealings as Clarkie but as a forger as well. Jobs that had gone well, jobs that had gone to shite and a half faster than one could say 'run.'

He smirked. "It was a truly random number that popped into my head, I admit," he said and straightened before starting to undo his jacket and shrugging out of it.