Arthur chuckled and ducked his head a fraction. "Thought about what it would be like if you had kissed me when you grabbed me," he admitted. What he would have done, he wasn't sure. It wasn't just Inception though. Yes, knowing that they may never have a chance to do this again if the job went to hell was a factor but it wasn't the sole factor.

"She was a romantic, wasn't she," he said, it really not being a question at all despite being formulated like one. He paused and allowed a smile to curl on his lips. "I bet you she's as smug as can be right now," he said, his voice soft. He wasn't normally a spiritual man but he liked to think Mal was in a much better place right now.

Eames would find the liquor on the shelf in his cabinet - a good variety from tequila, vodka, whiskey, scotch, bourbon and a few bottles of wine. As he made his way around the kitchen, Arthur got the tub started. He didn't have anything like bath oils or bubble bath but a nice hot bath would work just as well.