"That may be my fault," Eames admitted sheepishly, patting Ariadne's knee. "I goaded him, which in hindsight might not have been a good idea. I challenged and he stepped up," With a quiet sigh, Eames considered offering Ariadne a drink but decided against it. No, she looked like she had enough. He needed one though, so he went over to the mini fridge and squatted down to grab himself a mini bottle of scotch, then standing and pouring it into a glass for himself.

"The thing about Arthur is that he has a set of standards that, frankly, do make some degree of sense. He just takes it all a bit too far and lacks the tact and subtly needed."