"Not really," Arthur huffs, but then concedes softly, "But you probably should, anyway."

He absently runs his fingers over the bandages, feeling the sweat cool on his back now that the torturous part of it all is over. He should send Eames out. Take a moment in solitude to try to sort out the mess in his head.

Instead, he's sitting back and watching Eames tidy up. Finally voicing, "We're gonna regret this, you and I. If we make another contract. You know that, right?"

Because there's no way this could go well. It's Duplicity.