Arthur made a production of not watching while very obviously not paying attention to anything else while Eames went about being his generously lewd and helpful self. Once he'd sat with the rest of them, Arthur looked directly at him with a frown. "Please shut the fuck up, Eames. Just this once. You are not helping, you're making Ariadne sound like a black widow and I honestly owe you at least one more punch. So please."

Arthur stood back up, running a hand over his mouth to pace to the other side of the room and turned to come back, unbuttoning his collar and then crossing his arms over his chest. "I should have been upfront," he said to Ariadne. "But what Eames and I have, or don't, frankly, is none of your business if we're going out for drinks. Even if we'd had a one night stand and never spoken of it again, it wouldn't be your business. I do not make it a habit of telling every sexual partner I have of all the rest that came before. I like you--you are a smart young woman, and pretty, and you stick your nose into everything which should annoy me more than it does. But just because I don't want to sleep with you on the first date doesn't mean I don't ever want to sleep with you. And just because we go on a first date doesn't mean I want a... a girlfriend."

Arthur's teeth clicked together and he turned abruptly for the mini-bar.