"What can I say, I'm a man full of surprises," Arthur said, his lips quirking up as he rested his brow against Eames' with a soft sigh. He was glad they could play around with it that easily and to be honest, it probably helped that he had an amazing orgasm not too long ago and still felt sated. "I lived though with only a scar to tell," he said. He didn't regret what he did and if given the option to do it all over, he'd do it again. Arthur slid a hand down to cover the spot where he still had a faint scar from that day.

He looked at him and frowned. He never liked Maclntosh and from what he heard, through the dream share grapevine, the man hadn't been seen or heard from in the last year. Perhaps that paranoia finally came and bit him in the ass. "Always hated that bastard," he said, frankly. "No one has seen or heard from him in the last year from what I've come to understand."