Arthur opened his mouth to answer, stopped and closed his mouth with a snap of his teeth. His hand slid down, finger curling around Eames'. "And you'll do what? Pretend we didn't have this talk? Not call me Darling because of that ID?" Even though he just had, hadn't he? "Pretend I don't have feelings for you both? If you can do that, why can't I? How can I wonder and know how you feel and take away from her or you?"

It was a cruel way of challenging him, but it was the truth as he saw it. "And the hat does nothing for you. Wear it to work and it will meet the same fate as the crane."