It may not have been the best method, but Eames can't help but beam just a little when it seems to work out, pointedly ignoring the glare. "So I was right, you are about ready to blow a fuse.", he murmurs, rubbing over the stubble on his chin thoughtfully before finally releasing the other. He turns his attention to the mess of papers on a nearby table, frowning as he leafs through the pile. "Well that is a problem...or it would be if it actually mattered. You try and incorporate a bit too much. Do you ever stop to think that maybe we don't need to know exactly how and when the mark found out he disliked walnuts? I mean....is that going to come up in a conversation?" He looks back to Arthur with a raised brow, the same playful smile on his lips.
"You can't predict every little thing that's going to happen, darling. You can try, but you're going to end up with a lot more than a headache.", he sighs, looking over a photograph before tossing it aside. "How do you go outside at all if you can't handle a bit of the unexpected anyways? Can't imagine you're much of a charmer on the street." He looks back to the over a few steps towards the younger man, though he does restrain himself enough not to touch the other again. He doesn't need to really, he's in close enough that his presence alone can probably ruffle Arthur's need for personal space. "Head down, eyes forward, and a straight line between point A and B...but what if someone's trying to catch your eye? Would you even notice? Or do you reject the possibility because you don't know the details pertaining to that very person?"