Arthur acquiesces with a sigh, wondering how a man so old could still be so awkward about thank yous. Perhaps immortality doesn't really grant perspective, and maybe Eames' pride has just become more solid over the centuries he's been alive.

"Well, it seems to suit you, all of this," he says, gesturing vaguely after he puts the last gun part in its place in the kit. "I know you hate the politics but you come by it very naturally." There's only a hint of irony in his voice, almost like condescension, but there's no ill intent behind the statement.