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"Cobb-" before Ariadne could protest further, the Extractor had wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. She felt his lips move onto hers, and she shivered slightly in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Cobb said, apologetically breaking his grip. "That was..." he paused, and shook his head. "Thoughtless of me. You've just had a real shock with Arthur, and I feel as though I'm taking advantage." He swallowed, and looked at her. "I'll see myself out."

He turned, and prepared to leave. As he was about to step back through the door, Ariadne's voice stopped him. "Wait. Please."

He smiled. "Yes?"

"Please, don't leave." Ariadne's voice was slightly tremulous. "I need-"

Cobb turned back. "Someone to talk to?"

"Yes."

He nodded. "Well, I think I can be that someone."

She looked down at herself, blushing slightly. "I need to go and get dressed."

"Oh, of course." Cobb nodded.

"Do you want to wait in the lounge?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Um, no." She shook her head.

"How about I order us some takeout?" His voice was soft, not demanding. She bit her lip, and then nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Excellent. You go and get ready, I'll order us some food. Chinese? Thai? Japanese?"

"Any."

Cobb nodded. "As you wish."

As he watched her walk back towards the bedroom, he smiled, and headed for the lounge.

"So, can I get you a drink?"

The young woman blushed, and nodded, and Arthur took her arm and steered her to the bar. She was clad in a tight fitting black dress, with heels and make up. He looked at her, slightly critically, noting how her lips were almost too red.

"What would you like?"

"Um...a glass of white wine?"

Arthur nodded, ordering wine and a scotch for himself. As he waited idly at the bar, he heard a voice. "Arthur?"

He turned. "Eames." He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

The Forger frowned slightly. "I could ask the same of you." He turned his head, noting Arthur's female companion, sitting meekly at the table he'd directed her to, pulling her skirt down over her thighs. "And she is?"

Arthur smiled. "Someone I met this morning."

Eames' eyes widened. "This morning?" he whistled, softly. "Fast mover."

The Point Man shrugged. "Well, look who's talking."

Eames swallowed, unable to think of a retort. "I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I think I do," he snapped. "I am an adult, remember?"

Eames shook his head. "In that case, behave like one." He lowered his voice. "I thought you and Ariadne were good together. Would be long lasting."

"She's too immature." Arthur shook his head.

"Yes, and you're behaving like the epitome of maturity," Eames snapped back. Seeing the Point Man's face crease into a scowl, he turned, reaching to grab his glass, and began to walk away, casting a look over his shoulder at the young woman sitting nervously at the table.

Ariadne arrived in the lounge, to find Cobb smiling. "I just ordered some Chinese," he explained, leading the way to the kitchen.

She blinked. He'd laid the table, and found a bottle of wine. "You didn't have to do this-"

"Oh, I wanted to," he reassured her. Moving quickly to the table, he uncorked the bottle, and began to pour. "Food should be here in about ten minutes." He offered her a glass.

Ariadne took it, and took a sip. The alcohol hit her stomach, burning with a pleasant warmth. At his urging, she sat down. He seated himself opposite her, and reaching out, placed his hand on her arm.

"So," he said, softly. "Want to tell me about your problem with Arthur?"

Blinking, she felt tears come to her eyes.

"So, we're going to your place?" She got up, slightly unsteadily. Arthur took her upper arm. "Yes. Thought we could get some food on the way there."

"You don't want to stay out?"

"I thought we'd have more fun staying in," The Point Man said, slightly sugesstively. She blushed scarlet - she'd drunk the wine too quickly, and Arthur could see that she was not entirely sober.

She blinked. "I thought you were..." she looked at him. "Not like that."

"Meaning?" Arthur smiled, but his eyes flashed.

"Well, in that get up...I thought you were a gentleman." She giggled again, and Arthur moved closer, nuzzling her ear lobe with his teeth.

"I'm no gentleman," he whispered. "Let me show you."

Swallowing, her face slightly flushed, she began to get up, and he led her out. From the corner of the bar Eames stood and watched, his face pulled into a frown.

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