Arthur: [Looks down at his phone when it rings. Gives it a confused look, not recognizing the phone number. Answers it anyway.] Hello?
Eames: Surprised you actually answered a number you don’t know.
Arthur: [Smiles.] Surprised you’re stupid enough to actually call me on a number I wouldn’t recognize. Where are you?
Eames: The gym.
Arthur: [Grins a bit too eagerly.] Are you trying to make me hard in public?
Eames: [Laughs.] Does the possibility of me working out, building more muscle, appeasing, poppet?
Arthur: [Smirks, his tone lustful.] You know that it is, you bastard. You’re all too obliging to feed that particular kink of mine.
Eames: Oh, I know. [The smirk evident in his voice.] I’ll be bigger by the time you come home, I promise.
Arthur: I’ll make sure to measure you thoroughly all over with my mouth and hands. [Ends the call abruptly.]