[ It's only through years of practice that Arthur doesn't give in and roll his eyes at Eames. Instead, he simply waits for Dany to wiggle her way into the car, scooting over as much as she can in the back seat. It's looking a bit cramped for the three of them, especially since he's lanky and made up of mostly leg.

But whatever. He can deal. The hotel really isn't that far. So he drops himself into the furthest seat, squeezing in next to Dany and then shutting the car door. Ever the one to follow rules, he buckles in before he fully settles. The car pulls away from the curb, slowly but surely, then down the street to their destination. ]

We'll see.

[ Maybe it's the tightness of the space, but Dany rearranges herself, butt on Eames' lap and her legs stretched across Arthur's. Honestly, it is more comfortable. He sets one hand loosely on her ankle, the other higher up on her knee, keeping her steady. ]

I'll have you know both of you are drinking at least one glass of water when we get to the room.

[ And it really is a short ride, because he can make out the height of the hotel from his window. The streets of Madrid are a maze though, so he wouldn't be surprised if it took longer than anticipated. ]