“Just once,” Eames says, “I wish you’d let me come round when I’m not in mortal peril.”

“Yusuf,” she says, dangerously, “did you give my point man a love potion?”

Still, as Arthur so kindly reminded him, it’s not his place to comment. Arthur is an adult, and more than capable of making his own decisions. If he wants to sign himself over to some hopelessly out-classed amateur who doesn’t deserve to lick the ground he walks on, that’s his choice.