Arthur almost felt awkward, unsure of whether he could even tell Ariadne that she looked beautiful without it saying too much--especially with Dunham here, watching. She didn't seem to miss much. Arthur hid the indecision behind a smooth face and decided that he'd just tell Ariadne later.

Actually, Arthur was glad that Eames had decided to grace the party with his ever-present wit and charm--for Ariadne's sake. She seemed to get along with the Forger far easier than he did himself and Arthur couldn't begrudge her that.

As for Cobb.

Whatever was between them would stay that way. Arthur wouldn't let their business put a damper on Ariadne's day. "It's fine," he assured her about Eames, half a smile creasing his face. "I promise to behave."