Arthur wasn't sure what to think. The very thought of prison left him cold, but then so did working against the others out there in the business for his own freedom. "Had Eames around for twice that long and still don't understand him," Arthur pointed out, accepting the glass and settling into a chair facing Neal.

"A U-boat? Really? I could get you a new submarine easier than finding a lost... what's on it?" He thought of the treasures thought to have been lost. The art work.