Eames wanders to the top step and presses his toes flat upon the floor, his back facing the fall. It's a bit of a trusting thing, this, but he does have one little trick up his sleeve. See, he may allow Arthur to give him a bit of a kick, but no reason to do it without a bit of flair.

With a touch of concentration, Eames shifts himself, rolling his shoulders as he eases into the forgery of Arthur in the very same clothing that he's wearing, currently. "Come on," he encourages, flattening his vowels and affecting Arthur's accent as he presents a perfect mirror image. "Haven't you ever fantasized about vanquishing yourself in a dream?"