But, as he'd told Eames, Arthur had only signed up for a drink. He'd had a good time, a good night--and he'd like to leave it that way. Arthur wasn't the type of man to push things, not with a girl like Ariadne. Actually, he'd never been with a girl like Ariadne.

It left him feeling a little flat-footed and it was that--in the wake of her simple question that didn't sound simple at all--that made Arthur think of all the things that Eames had said to him. As if Eames knew anything about women other than how to leave them in his rearview.

Shit.

Arthur rubbed fingers over his mouth and shook his head. "I think it's better if we didn't. Tonight."