Every once in a while, Arthur could feel Eames' gaze on him and every once in a while, Arthur would look up to glance over in Eames' direction to see how he was fairing. He didn't allow himself to do so very much, lest anyone notice anything, but still, he did it. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on through the forger's head and what how he was doing.

Once Ariadne came in, Arthur could hear him laughing and joking but Arthur could tell it was merely a front for the younger woman. His eyes glanced over to the flashing red light on his phone and let it sit there for a moment or two before picking it up and reading over the text.

I do too.

He didn't glance over after he sent it though in case one of the others tried to connect any sort of dots.