It was acutely embarrassing, how Arthur seemed to melt just a little under Eames' attentions. It wasn't fair at all. Not to mention that he'd rather not show Ariadne just how...

nothing. It didn't matter.

Arthur cleared his throat and turned his head, ostensibly to get Eames to stop doing that to his ear. "I think I still get to punch you." But he could find no heat to put into the words, and that was almost worse than if he hadn't spoken at all. His hand skimmed over Ariadne's shoulder and down her side before he looked back to her. "You're sure?"