Ha! This is absolutely precious. I can see Arthur trying to court Ariadne all proper. And Dom being protective of him was hilarious and sweet. :)

At that moment Eames yawns and stretches from the other side of the space, sprawled in the beat up leather recliner he'd found in the street and dragged inside, refusing to subject his back to the uncomfortable lawn chairs Arthur insisted on filling the warehouse with any longer.

I loved the story from this line, because it's so Eames, inserting himself into a situation without even trying because he just has that kind of presence to be distracting. :)