"Which is why I was trying to have a conversation with you about what to do next."

Not coaching, not telling, just trying to talk. Eames frowns harshly because he hadn't wanted a fight but he got one anyway, and he's honestly tired of everything in his life being so fucking volatile. Not that he's so great at diffusing the situation, eyebrows pulled together as he reasons through how they god there and looks at Arthur harshly.

"Or... Is that not a conversation you think I should be a part of?" It's not really a question, more a challenge. Daring Arthur to tell him as much.