"Actually had one of them framed." He continued, apparently taking Arthur's silence as encouragement, or, more likely, he hadn't really given the other man a chance to interject yet, "Must have been during the Mercer job, since you were at that roll-top desk." He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment, "Lord you hated that desk."

Eames remembered offering to take it out back and shoot it, if it would make Arthur feel better, but of course he'd declined.