Eames caught them, turning the keys over in his fingers, surprised and more than a little curious about this odd man who not only didn't call the police on him, but had just given him the keys to his home. Admittedly, he needed to find out where he lived to even make use of it, but there were ways. He glanced at Charles, turning the keyring to roll it around his finger idly.

"Well, perhaps I have a collection of lint I take form people's pockets," he raised his eyebrows, smirking a little.