"Actually I think I will, Arthur, thank you," Eames replied sharply, reaching into his robe to get the condom off and making no secret of tying it up--despite the fact that he never actually came--and throwing it into the garbage, a visual fuck you for that little comment.

With a frustrated sigh he sat down on the other side of the sofa, running a hand through his own mussed hair, barely dry from his earlier shower. "I think the issue here is between you two. I really didn't do much aside from take the bait."