"Oh, I'm sure you would charm the pants off of everyone subject we had." Arthur said with a raised brow. "No, I'm not the subject, therefore I'm not the topic."
"And only if they're a complete idiot, and then they shouldn't be in this job. Everyone on our team goes in knowing what they have to know. If they can't keep something as simple as 'the subject hates walnuts' in their memory bank, they should not be an extractor. That being said, that's why I'm here. To make sure everything is running smoothly, and no one is making a complete mess of things. Plus, someone has to memorize what we find." Arthur pointed out, annoyed. "And no one on our team who will be going in has any problems remembering things. Not that I know of, and if they do, then they'll end up dead before the mission is over, no doubt." Cynical, maybe. But Arthur was not one to have things screwed up on his watch. Even Cobb was great at memorizing things- at least when he had the time to do it. But with the way things kept getting shifted, Arthur had his doubts. At least Arthur knew he himself would be able to memorize the information they extracted without issues if it came down to it.
"Stick to your part of the job, and I'll start to live a little." Arthur stated, dropping a sheet infront of Eames. "The subjects favorite bar. I'm sure you'll want to know that if you're going to be 'charming his pants off'." Arthur stated with a bit of snark before turning away.
"Don't make me ask you again, I'm already fed up with the constant changes, and I have a new labyrinth to memorize, again. My person life has nothing to do with the mission or the subject." And with that Arthur picks up a different sheet that's a blue print of the next maze. "And if you say anything about my tie..." He finished, glaring at the other over his paper.