"Ah — perhaps I should amend that statement," Eames says after a moment, brows furrowing slightly. "When it comes to compliments, I don't offer ones I don't mean." He won't admit to his job, of course, but lying about lying strikes him as a particular brand of disingenuous that he sees no reason to stoop to. That he can lie and do so well is a point of pride for him; it only stands to reason that his ability to do so be something he addresses in truth. Laying out his own cards, three of a kind, he tilts his head to the side, a concession of defeat. "As for the rest, well, you said it best yourself."