Arthur would have agreed on the last point.

He leaned back against the wall next to Eames, his own--mostly untouched--drink in hand. Ariadne had said that the Forger would, might, show, though Arthur couldn't say that he'd believed it until he'd seen it for himself. "It will never cease to amaze me how you dumb down your French to get a reaction from people." Arthur finally looked over at Eames, raising an eyebrow. "You shaved."

And yes, he did sound vaguely surprised.