[ As Yusuf downs the tea in lieu of a verbal response, Arthur forces down a grin. Seems like he didn't exactly want someone to acknowledge that yeah, it could be seen as a drug den. So unscrupulous and horrible and whatever other words people liked to attach to places like this. What matters though, is that he knows better. He wouldn't be here otherwise. ]
I've never pretended to be polite. [ He sees the cat aiming to jump, so he leans back and a moment later has a lap full of curious fur and whiskers. Undeterred by the natural bucketload of shedding, Arthur pets the cat from head to tail, a slow repeated motion. Eventually the cat settles, loafing with its feet tucked under and eyes closed into happy slits. ]
Eames makes an attempt but we both know he's a liar. You're more genuinely polite than at least 75% of the people we work with, honestly.
[ It's a damn pleasing sight, seeing one of his cats lovingly drape along the table, perfectly at home with Arthur. Yusuf's cats are friendly, yes, but he's found over the years that animals are far better judges of people than the people themselves.
Plus, anyone who can appreciate how cute she is is good in Yusuf's eyes. ]
Well--Americans. [ Not that Eames is American, no, but he half shrugs again, more amused than anything, and tries not to be too warmed by the compliment. There's staying humble and then never receiving compliments at all, and Yusuf is falling between the two quite nicely. ]
The day Eames admits he's more yankee is the day both of us quit our jobs.
[ Okay maybe not, but it would be like hell freezing over. While the forger likes to rag on his mother country, he's also immensely proud of England. Despite all of her transgressions. There's a reason he has a flat there; he would never keep a place somewhere he dislikes that intensely.
Glancing up from petting the cat, Arthur cocks his head to the side, curious to hear what Yusuf has to say. ]
For? [ Well, he has an idea of what. But he wants to hear it. ]
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I've never pretended to be polite. [ He sees the cat aiming to jump, so he leans back and a moment later has a lap full of curious fur and whiskers. Undeterred by the natural bucketload of shedding, Arthur pets the cat from head to tail, a slow repeated motion. Eventually the cat settles, loafing with its feet tucked under and eyes closed into happy slits. ]
Eames makes an attempt but we both know he's a liar. You're more genuinely polite than at least 75% of the people we work with, honestly.
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Plus, anyone who can appreciate how cute she is is good in Yusuf's eyes. ]
Well--Americans. [ Not that Eames is American, no, but he half shrugs again, more amused than anything, and tries not to be too warmed by the compliment. There's staying humble and then never receiving compliments at all, and Yusuf is falling between the two quite nicely. ]
I suppose, then, I should--ehm--apologize.
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[ Okay maybe not, but it would be like hell freezing over. While the forger likes to rag on his mother country, he's also immensely proud of England. Despite all of her transgressions. There's a reason he has a flat there; he would never keep a place somewhere he dislikes that intensely.
Glancing up from petting the cat, Arthur cocks his head to the side, curious to hear what Yusuf has to say. ]
For? [ Well, he has an idea of what. But he wants to hear it. ]