Despite himself, Eames laughs. "I make it a point never to visit the ones out in the wild. I never want my face linked with them," he admits, coming to stand beside Ex, studying him rather than the painting.

"Do you know the number one key to forging, no matter how you do it or what medium? People want to believe. No one wants to accept that somehow a dozen years ago some troubled kid from a landed family in England somehow not only recreate a master's strokes but replaced it with him own.

[ His voice is soft, lost in what he is most passionate about and it shows. ]

No one wants to believe that what they see in their dreams is cultivated not by their mind but by the mind of an Extractor and his team.

Even on a level now. They don't want to think that a Raven team has found them. They can't make their brain comprehend that the nice bloke they've had a drink with is the distraction for the man sent to kill them. They want to believe the story they're shown.

I like being the one capable of suspending their disbelief.