Eames can't help his smirk when he notices Arthur checking. "Oh, don't worry, I left it. I can't experience the joy of you catering to me in reality without you having your money," he points out, sliding his forearms over the bar. "Do you think this will be like the dream? The longer it goes on, the harder it is to remember what's real and what's not?" he asks, keeping the thread of fear from his voice.

He's always been fearful of losing himself in the forge. It's always been there, a pressing concern that could happen anytime.