I can explain wouldn't have won Eames any favors from Arthur, but at least it wouldn't have actively pissed him off. As it was, what he did say--plus the fucking darling tacked onto the end like the bastard that Eames was at all times--dispelled any notions of a fair fight from Arthur's head.
It was very, very fortunate for Eames that Ariadne was in front of him, a lovely, naked, shaking shield... because she was the only thing that stopped him from picking up the heavy scotch glass and throwing it at Eames' head. Arthur was just sober enough to realize that he was drunk enough that he might hit her instead. And she...
Arthur looked away, his mouth set in tight line. "Wonderful." He dropped the keycard on the coffee table and headed back to the door. He couldn't hit Eames with Ariadne on his lap and he couldn't apologize (though why he wanted to apologize to her was beyond him) to Ariadne while Eames was inside of her.
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It was very, very fortunate for Eames that Ariadne was in front of him, a lovely, naked, shaking shield... because she was the only thing that stopped him from picking up the heavy scotch glass and throwing it at Eames' head. Arthur was just sober enough to realize that he was drunk enough that he might hit her instead. And she...
Arthur looked away, his mouth set in tight line. "Wonderful." He dropped the keycard on the coffee table and headed back to the door. He couldn't hit Eames with Ariadne on his lap and he couldn't apologize (though why he wanted to apologize to her was beyond him) to Ariadne while Eames was inside of her.
He let the door slam behind him.