Arthur grew silent for a minute before looked at Eames. "I wouldn't have had you come here if I didn't want you here," he admitted, softly. He shook his head and looked around the apartment. "I've had it for going on five years now." Not many people knew about it. It was under the assumed name Brendan Samson who had had the apartment since his college years and now those formative years in an architectural firm.

He frowned. "Should have gotten something more hearty," he said and looked at the salad and selections in front of them.