Arthur watched the cab pull off and was going to ask when Ariadne's statement stopped him completely, stiffening his shoulders and pulling any residual amusement or good will off his face. Like that wasn't enough of a tell in of itself that she was right, that Eames had told her the truth, but Arthur wouldn't have lied to her. Unfortunately, in this case, because he was a firm believer that who he was sleeping with was only his own business.
He was going to kill Eames. Third-fucking-party, indeed. Jesus Christ; oh, he was going to make it painful.
Arthur ran a hand down his tie and then pushed both into his pockets. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that when we decided to go out for drinks that it would include sex." There was no obvious condescension in his tone but that was Arthur; Eames would have certainly caught the flat derision. "And just because I don't want to sleep with you tonight doesn't mean that I'm not interested in you."
It was a true enough statement, but in the context of their conversation Arthur realized belatedly that he'd more or less called her easy. His lips flattened. How had he gotten himself into this much trouble by not sleeping with her?
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He was going to kill Eames. Third-fucking-party, indeed. Jesus Christ; oh, he was going to make it painful.
Arthur ran a hand down his tie and then pushed both into his pockets. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that when we decided to go out for drinks that it would include sex." There was no obvious condescension in his tone but that was Arthur; Eames would have certainly caught the flat derision. "And just because I don't want to sleep with you tonight doesn't mean that I'm not interested in you."
It was a true enough statement, but in the context of their conversation Arthur realized belatedly that he'd more or less called her easy. His lips flattened. How had he gotten himself into this much trouble by not sleeping with her?