"Stop what?", he asks innocently, brows raised in mock innocence even though they obviously both know what 'it' pertains to. It's a bit too much fun to push Arthur's buttons though, especially when he's already upset. It's going to take more than the cold shoulder to get Eames to stop now. "It's not critical. I don't need to know a man's least favorite food to charm him. Men like that are easy." He pauses to think, crossing his arms over his chest. "A man like you on the other hand might be a bit more of a challenge though, darling."
"I'm not saying to go in blind, but if you stack too many details it's obvious the whole bloody thing can and will fall apart anyways.", he states smoothly, before his voice took on that familiar playful tone. "Aw my poor little pet, do you want me to kiss it better? You forget that the last time there were just too of you, there's more of us to shoot at this time around, chances are you'll be just fine."
Eames can't help but smile at the answer. It's just so...Arthur. "What's the fun in that? Knowing everything about them, I mean? Sort of takes away the romance doesn't it? Sizing up someone like that just makes the process boring and clinical...more like you're interviewing for a job than trying to find a lover."