[Eames listens to Arthur speak Spanish, trying to gauge if he's better than the other man. Eh, he couldn't beat him now. He's too pissed.

And then... he feels the hand at the small of his back and lights up, eyes going to Dany with the most mischievous look he can muster.

Arthur gestures, and Eames gives him a grin.]

Arthur's holding the door for us. Isn't that gentlemanly?

[But he'll go ahead and get in, sliding to the other side. And then he has a thought and grins.]

Will you squeeze in extra tight or does this mean you two get to fight over who gets to sit with me?