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These really aren't ideal walking shoes Ellen's chosen, but then again, she didn't exactly anticipate walking up the side of what could legally be termed a mountain - and she's a lawyer, after all, she's rife with legal terms. Somehow, by the grace of something (she stopped believing in higher powers a long time ago, especially after everything

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"I don't know what size your feet are, but I could probably give you a pair before you leave, even," Eames says with a laugh, about as close as he ever gets to fond. He's long since gotten used to the climb (and in a way, he enjoys it; though most of his physical activity was done while asleep back home, he's never done well with being still), but most people aren't, even here, where all anyone really can do is walk. Now, with her flushed and petulant, however teasingly, she looks about as close to adorable as anyone can while being sexy as hell, and he appreciates it even more. "I've got plenty left here - the friend whose place this was before me left her entire wardrobe, and as I'm sure you can probably tell, they're not really my taste." Not when he isn't a woman, anyway, but that's a complicated matter, and he isn't going to tell her about what he did back home just yet.

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"Did she?" Ellen murmurs, her eyes sparkling with interest. It seems a little gauche to be rummaging through another woman's clothes, and she doesn't want Eames to have that impression of her right from the start, but the offer does sound fairly tempting. Besides, he's not going to be using any of them, and otherwise they'd simply be sitting around collecting dust, so the offer hangs in the back of her mind as she considers it, nodding after a moment. "Well, she won't mind if I snag a pair of heels for the trip back," she adds nonchalantly, although she's already considering the possibility that it may not be limited to just shoes. "Wait, hold on, I don't want to make a mess." She reaches out to brace one hand on his shoulder, balancing herself until she can slip one shoe off and then the other, shrinking a few inches down onto bare feet.

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"Thoughtful," Eames says, half-teasing, shooting a grin down at her as she pulls off her shoes, waiting to toe off his own until she's done. It isn't something he'd have concerned himself with, not really, though he does prefer to keep things fairly neat and doesn't much like having to clean to do so. Usually, it's a waste of time and energy. These days, he does have a bit more company than was the case for a long time - between Neil and Lily, and hopefully, now, Ellen, there's often someone over - but he'd still prefer not to have to do it. "And no, I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Going to a good cause and all that. She had very good taste, too."

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When Ellen descends back onto the heels of her feet, her hand briefly lingers on his shoulders, slipping down the length of his lapel as her fingers tuck underneath to smooth it out with her thumb, and as she meets his gaze, there's a faint smile there before she pats his chest lightly, taking a step back to put some space between them. "Any friend of yours and it seems likely she would," she agrees, lightly teasing in her own way as she prepares to start walking around, only to drop back in anticipation of his first move. "I should probably wait for you to lead the way before I just start exploring like I own the place," she adds, with a sheepish grin.