Ariadne could see Arthur almost visibly let go of something when Eames touched him. A sharp pang of what she supposed must be jealousy shot through her gut at the knowledge that he'd been willing and able to turn her down, but the same couldn't be said for the man standing behind him.

At the same time, she understood why, especially after what she and Eames had already done.

"Are you kidding?" she said, a little incredulous that Arthur would ever think she'd refuse both of them.