"Well, Arthur, clearly it is." Eames says, rounding on him this time, because he wouldn't be so persistent if not for the inconvenience that Eames' death would be.

"But how about we compromise then," the way he says it isn't an offer, it's more like a statement of fact. This is what he'll be doing tonight. "I go home, have a drink or ten, and forget about this whole... Inconvenience." Reasonable, right, "then I return tomorrow and do what I came here for without you getting up my ass about it."