Ah, Alcohol. The term social lubricant was both incredibly accurate and entirely incorrect. Eames would say social butter more than lubricant, because it did as much bad as it did good. She was lucky she came to him instead of rattling on to a stranger.

"Ariadne, you're beautiful--and you look especially lovely in that dress. I know for a fact that he finds you attractive, it's his personality that's riddled with flaws. Also keep in mind that he may have a point, underneath all of that failure to communicate." He said as he sat back down next to her, meeting her eyes in the way he did when he wanted people to know--or at least thing--that he was telling the truth.