Eames snorts softly as the cute curly haired young man glances down at his own shirt. His own uneasiness bleeds away as they talk, easily making room for curiosity. After all these years, he's still a slave to his instincts and pretty faces like this one are definitely his thing.

"I'm unfortunately not that familiar," he admits. Now he hears the accent stronger and it's definitely somewhere stateside. Probably earth, definitely twenty first century but there's a lot of variety there to go with, Eames has learned.

And then he confirms Eames' assumption that he's a new sleeper, unfamiliar with how Deerington works.

"It's a long story," he says with a slow smile. "Want to come up for a cup of tea while I explain it to you?" Maybe it's a bit weird to invite people from the street into his flat but it's a dream, things happen. Eames doesn't mind playing into it.