When Arthur told Eames to shut up, he did the miraculous. He help up his hands in his defense and actually shut up. This was hardly the time for games after all. No, this was serious, and words needed to be had. Words that Arthur and Ariadne both gave. He had nodded along with Arthur, agreeing with what he said, legs crossed and head in his hand, and he expected Ariadne's part to go just as nicely.

It didn't.

She was getting right down to the point, wasn't she? She point he didn't quite want to face and he was sure, to some extent, Arthur didn't either. He frowned, wincing and reaching over to squeeze Ariadne's knee. "This is where I come in. Ariadne, sweetheart, we're criminals. And the reason why we're so bloody good at it is that we don't let anything happen that could lead to us getting caught. Now, I can't speak for why Arthur does anything that he does, but that may very well be a major part of it," It was a diversion, just barely, but damn if it wasn't a good one.