A glamour's... Sort of a fancy way of describing an illusion. [ sort of ] So if I was to do this-- [ Eames didn't gesture or move in any way, but the room suddenly looked like a pretty accurate rendition of Kentish Town tube station. ] I haven't actually done anything to the kitchen, it's just... Images, noises, smells...

[ he gestures vaguely as he speaks, pausing to sip his drink ]

Whereas, my body right now is what you can see. It's not an illusion.

[ and like that, the kitchen is back to normal. ]