Ariadne had to agree with Eames - Arthur had way too many clothes on. She tilted her head to one side, her hair skimming over her shoulders in touseled waves as she started undoing buttons. She looked at Eames, smiling a little though she was still flushed - this was the strangest thing she'd ever done, and the two of them knew each other well.

She hoped she wouldn't be a third wheel.

She hoped she was good.