"No, I am particularly fond of this apartment," Arthur mused with a smirk. He shook his head. They both knew that it was he who solved the problem and fixed what needed to be fixed. Having done it by himself for a number of years, it was no wonder he had taken so well to the other night -- just giving the reins to Eames for a little bit. "And we both know exactly who he would get to clean it up for him," he said dryly before walking back into the kitchen to get them both a drink.

Once he returned, he took a seat next to Eames, instead of returning to his lap, so they could both eat easier and handed a soda to him. "If you do want alcohol, I do have plenty of it left," he sent a sideways glance at him. It was the alcohol that had brought them to this point afterall. Alcohol and being the opportunists that they were.