"If I were a more skilled architect, I could play with physics the likes of which you wouldn't believe," Eames speaks, but he settles for a glass of scotch with two cubes of ice in it, at his fingertips even though it hadn't been there before. "Now, mind you, I'm passable," he admits, given that he would never go so far as to be modest, "but it's hardly my wheelhouse. My talent lies in theft and forgery," he says. "Come on," he encourages. "Let's take a tour and maybe you could play with the landscape a touch, see if you've got any talent in that."