”What are you even doing?” Arthur asks, fiddling with the corner of his newspaper like he really wishes Eames would stop trying to solicit him for sex in a bar so he can go back to — Jesus Christ, so he can go back to reading about the Irish debt crisis.
Adult, established relationship. Eames wants to role-play. If only Arthur would co-operate… Spoiler warning: he eventually does, and things get hot as fuck! 🙂