There's still a dog here, and he tries to wiggle his snout under one of Arthur's hands because nobody here is paying attention to him but they're touching eachother and that is unacceptable.

Eames huffs a small laugh at Boxer's behaviour and pulls back to look at Arthur's face, "I can't turn it off." He shakes his head, frowning a little, "believe me, I'd much rather stay in bed with you then be down here fretting about everything."