"Because I wasn't about to bloody take advantage," Eames snarls, rounding on him, "I wasn't going to press you for a cheap sodding fuck Arthur. You mean more to me than that."

With a last ditch effort, he moves away, shoving his hands roughly in his pockets and heading to the mouth of the alleyway. He knows Arthur can still hear him, "I made a promise to Mal before she died, Arthur. I told her I'd make sure you were happy and you left and I couldn't keep it. So just - let me fucking go. I won't come back and you and Ariadne can get on with your lives."