"You didn't come off sounding like a dick, Eames," Arthur said, looking at him. "You sounded as though you were almost worried that I had wanted to run off with our architect after this was said and done." He shook his head and flicked Eames' chest with his middle finger.

"I'm just telling you now that if she's what I wanted, we wouldn't be here, right now, naked on my couch." Arthur looked at him and gave him a stern look that was equal parts playful and serious. "Do I need to make it any more clear?"