Eames actually laughs then, a dark chuckle and a smirk as he closes the little distance between the two of them. It's almost like he's having fun-- He's not, he's enraged, but those wires often get crossed for Eames.

He lightens up his hold on Arthur, a consequence of the angle of his arm more than anything, but he's close enough that he may as well be bodily pressing him against the wall.

"Not all my problems, dear, but some issues just need a little force to rectify."