Arthur went willingly and settled into Eames' hold. He was thankful that if he was going through this with someone, it would be the forger. He nodded. "We will," he agreed, resting a hand on Eames' leg, giving it a squeeze.

His mouth quirked up wryly. "Imagine that," he said, looking over the hotel. "This is the first one in a long time that has given me this sense of dread." They practically lived out of hotels and more recently AirBnBs. He was no stranger to them but this one? No thanks.