It wasn't really Arthur's plan in the least to coordinate Eames' wardrobe. He may tease, quip and say things about it (and perhaps lead to the destruction of particularly horrible shirts) but he wasn't attempting to change Eames -- or his taste.

Arthur chuckled when Eames sprawled out even more and raised his eyebrows at him. "Trying to get me back on your lap," he asked as Eames sprawled out even more. He didn't wait for an answer before he shifted and moved back onto Eames' lap. If Eames didn't want him there, he figured he could move him.

"Challenge, invitation..."