Ex takes the cold bottle from him and suppresses a shiver. He brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a drink from it.

He notices the way Eames' face lights up and gives that slow look around the room. His mouth quirks up. "You think," he chuckles low.

"What's impressive is none of them are aware," he muses and walks over to one in particular that was a Matisse and hums. Whether he was talking about the galleries or their bosses...bosses, who were to say. "I assume the skills passed from this to your other work?"