A/N: This is possibly inspired by a line of Joseph Gordon-
Levitt's from 3rd Rock from the Sun...  "What're you doing?"
Once again, Eames has invaded Arthur's personal space. He puts a
hand on Arthur's waist and peer's over his shoulder. Arthur
wiggles out of his grip.  "Working, Eames," Arthur states.
"Uh…huh," Eames says, as though he's fascinated by this concept.
"On what?"  "Our next job." Arthur's short, serious answers are
begging for Eames to go away. Eames laughs.  "You mean the one
we're not executing for another two months? The one Cobb told us
not to worry about just yet?"  "That's the one." Eames' hand is
back on Arthur's waist. He spins him around.  "Jesus Christ,
Arthur," Eames says. "You need to live a little, darling."
"Maybe you need to live a little less,' Arthur retorts.
Instantly he regrets saying it. It doesn't even make sense. But
anything to get Eames off his back, where he quite literally has
his hand now.  "C'mon," Eames says, choosing to ignore this
comment. "I'll take you back to m