"Thank you, Arthur. I hadn't thought of that." [It's the same deadpan joking in return. Then Eames downs the remainder of the small amount in his glass and moves to pour himself another.] "I'll speak to Angelica about it, if you don't mind. We'll arrange a time to meet with the three of us before we go under. Do you have someone you trust to monitor or will one of the two of us need to do it?"