Despite himself, Arthur chuckled. "Normally, I don't have time to lay about but there are the times that I do and I don't do it in suits," he smirked. The teasing and the joking sounded forced even to Arthur's ears but he'd give the forger credit, he was trying.

"It isn't the first time you've made bets though," he said and glance down at their interlocked fingers. "Is it? You usually know what you're getting yourself into with shit like that. Did you pay off your debt?" From how Eames made it sound, he had and in that case, the fault rested with the dead bodies not Eames.