"You've figured out my master plan," Arthur said dryly. "This means only one thing; I have to follow through now." He tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't help the smirk that broke out on his lips and his chuckle.

"You know the answer to that." Course he wasn't going to let it go. He'd bring it up whenever he possibly could, as he and Eames both knew quite well. He paused about the part about hand prints and his ass and cleared his throat, taking his seat next to Eames. "You have to check that one for yourself," he said, looking at him - hoping that he would.