"Again I'm going to repeat, you're more important than the shoes. Though I would say I'm all for the lack of smoking." Again that soft smile, trying to get one from Eames.

"We noticed, and if that's what you want to do, then you won't be alone this time. If not, I'll get you home, cancel the flight to Morocco, and you can still act like a lunatic. But we're not going to run from it, not going to shun you. You have to understand that." His thumb brushed the inside of Eames' wrist. "And you can hate me all you want, but I don't hate you, Eames. I never have."