There's a simple glare shot in the other's direction, and Arthur hopes that's an indicator enough. "Right, of course. Easy. That's why it takes a whole team of extractors...?" Arthur stares at Eames for a long second before shaking his head and turning away. "We're getting off topic." And with that, he fixes his own tie and moves to look at a different set of papers.
"Only if we bring an idiot in with us. The more we know, the better. That's why it takes time, and not just a sudden decision." The next comment had Arthur squeezing the papers in his hands as he keeps his back to Eames. Before he speaks, he clears his throat. "Two or five, it doesn't matter. We don't want to get shot at, period. The point is to not get noticed, or killed."
"Who needs fun when you have dreaming? Besides, I don't do romance. If someone wants to spend their life with me, then they're going to find a way to do it. Until then, I'm not going to go around looking for them. This line of work doesn't leave me with much time to do anything, anyway. Who ever decided on that would need to be able to work, so it is basically an intervi- Why are we even talking about this?" And now Arthur turns around to glare at Eames, clearly not amused.