Arthur takes over on the whiskey front, pulling the glasses toward him and opening the bottle to pour some into each. It's good whiskey and they may as well not waste it, so he sits back and takes a sip from his glass as he watches Eames play with the dog.

It's almost weird to see him this way, with so much joy over something other than doing harm to vampires or witches. It feels almost awkward; they've never been friends, really, not in the way that they want to see each other happy, so Arthur almost feels like he's peeking in on something he shouldn't see. It's so bizarre and Arthur chastises himself for being so weird, which manifests as him taking another sip of whiskey and just keeping his mouth shut as he waits for Eames to do the same.