Arthur glanced back at Eames, giving him a look of exasperation. He was not the charmer of the two of them, for god's sake. Crying women he didn't understand at all. And how were he and Eames on the same side all of a sudden? Shit.

Leaving his drink, Arthur crossed the small space and took Ariadne's shoes out of her hand. "I'm sorry. I haven't had a relationship that could be called functional in a decade, Ariadne. I didn't want to fuck you tonight because... because you're too good to be just a notch in my belt." It was honest. That was all he had been thinking.

Arthur sighed, holding out her shoes. If she still wanted to leave... he'd let her.