"Of course not," Arthur protested. "I could drink you under the table," he said, confidently. But, he wasn't exactly sure. Arthur had only come over to Eames' hotel room the other night trashed after a fifth of tequila so there was the very real possibility that Eames would actually win. He chuckled and looked down at the towel before looking at Eames. "Pick up the towel, Mr. Eames and then you can have me," Arthur said, with a smirk, looking Eames over slowly. But he did love the sound of his voice.