Arthur always made it a point to not book Eames in the seat right next to him, should they have to travel on the same flight. He'd learned this lesson the hard way, after a very long transatlantic flight which had come within a hair of ending with Arthur going to jail for murdering his seatmate for the crime of insufficient personal space and excessive snoring. Not to mention stealing Arthur's wallet. Twice.
Thus, now he always booked Eames as far from his own seat as humanly possible. This worked much better, so long as Eames either didn't bring his computer or Arthur kept his smartphone turned off.
This particular flight, it was Arthur's misfortune to be waiting for confirmation about a job.
After the fifth IM elaborating on a particularly implausible scenario involving sex in the plane's lavatory, Arthur finally replied (out of boredom, he assured himself, purely out of boredom).
Oh please. Have you SEEN the bathrooms? I wouldn't want to touch anything in there.
Two words: complimentary blankets.
Besides, you can barely fit ONE person in there, let alone two.
There's enough space for a good shag. There's ALWAYS enough space for a good shag.
That seems unlikely.
That sounds like a challenge.
Oh, I think it is. Honestly, darling, imagination. Determination. And flexibility. Definitely flexibility. ;P
...do not emoticon at me.
I've never seen the point. Why have sex in an uncomfortable and disgusting place?
Why do anything? Because you can.
Not reason enough.
For you, maybe.
Are you ignoring me?
...honestly, THAT didn't piss you off, did it?
Not even close. I, unlike others, am doing work.
Anything titillating? Hear back about the Brazil job?
....oh DARLING, I DO owe you sexual favors.
As long as they don't involve an airplane bathroom.
Of course not. For that much money you at least deserve a stall in the airport when we land.