"I have and I still find it atrocious," he said, sending Eames an amused and teasing grin. Though it fit the forger in a way that it could only be said for Eames. On anyone else, it would look hideous but Arthur always figured there was something more to it than merely wearing tweed and salmon pink (or the infamous purple skull shirt).

"I wouldn't have such a swag apartment if I kept food laying about," he grinned before he stood and put away the leftovers. Once he returned, he looked over the sprawled man on his couch and couldn't help looking him over. "I am thinking about your ass, yes," Arthur smirked. He nodded, knowing Eames had his back, especially about this.