Arthur chuckled. "Perhaps being seen by Cobb unless he's blinded by everything else," he said. "Most likely being seen by Ariadne and Saito and Yusuf though."

Once he was settled in the tub and relaxing back against Eames' chest, Arthur found a soft sigh slipping from his lips. Admittedly, his bottom was hurting being pressed against the hot but hard porcelain. It was helping though, soaking in the hot water and being held in Eames' arms. He lifted a hand out of the water to take the bottle of scotch and took a drink from the bottle.

"This was a very good idea," he said, licking his lips and offered it to Eames.