Instead of carrying on, Arthur rolls his eyes. "My standards are too high? I'm sorry, but every mission I've been on with Cobb has gone smoothly because of me. I'm the one who makes sure things go correctly. Without me, Cobb would have been dead a long time ago." Arthur admits with a huff.
"How about you do your job, and I do mine?" Because clearly if Eames was the one planning things, they'd be going in blind with their pants down in Arthur's eyes.
"If you do your part, then that's one less thing I have to worry about." He snaps. "Good, see? You're doing what you're supposed to without being told. That's a first." It really isn't a first, but Arthur's still in a grumpy mood.
Another eyeroll is what the other gets, that, and a hard swat on the hand. "I like them, thank you." Arthur says as he jerks his tie back and straightens it. "What is it with you, and pointing out the obvious."