"Grasping just a little," Faye replies, that shade of a smile on her face, one which doesn't really mind playing along, but certainly doesn't plan on making it easy for Eames, or at least no easier than it has to be. For now, there's no reason to answer with anything but the truth, which is that he's made an impression, but not one clearly enough that Faye finds herself able to cater her reactions in any meaningful way. He's this relatively pleasant presence in her life right now, one with wit and a warm voice, but who she'll assume fits all of the standard descriptors she holds for men. Babies. Cowards. Some part of them always is.

After the full spread of five is laid out, she holds her two cards higher up, peeking at him over the edge of them both. "I'll turn a lot of those compliments right back, you know. They say a lady should accept flattery with grace, but I like breaking out of the mold."