Arthur can tell this is just making it worse, so he relents, keeping his mouth shut but working his jaw like there's more he wants to say but he's mercifully not doing it. He looks down at his beer, but he can't even trust himself to drink it without saying something in the same breath. It takes a long moment of silence before he speaks again, and he's far more subdued. But still angry.

"Why did you bring me back here?" he asks, frowning at Eames.