"It is, isn't it?" Arthur laughs, then, appreciating the light-hearted attempt to reassure him that she doesn't think of him as a lower being for not having a specific field. "It didn't have the same ring to it back in the army, and the uniform did nothing for my complexion. No, being the best Point Man in our game and wearing a suit more than makes up for everything else."
Smiling, Arthur nods. "I do. I bet you could give Cobb a run for his money, and he's the best there is." And, speaking of what Bela does, Arthur has been dying to ask, but as someone who understands how hard it is to trust people where a somewhat illegal profession is concerned he's refrained up to this point. "Do you usually work alone?" he inquires, and though he doesn't doubt that Bela is capable of taking care of herself, it's easy to make enemies in their line of work. Not that he's worried over her safety, of course.
"Unfortunately, yes." Arthur sighs dramatically, but there's amusement in it. "It's a nightmare, but someone's got to do it. There's one member of the team who is especially difficult. But sadly we need him. In the real world he's good with forging papers, but in the dream state he has the rare ability to forge himself into whoever we need him to be. And he has extremely sticky fingers, which also comes in useful on occasion."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." And Arthur looks smug, walking that little bit taller, even if it is in a playful way, he's glad he can trump George Clooney. He smiles when she squeezes his hand, and in turn he lightly swings their hands, the smile growing into a smirk.
"She was lovely," he confirms sadly, voice quiet and wavering. "It's hard, sometimes, to control your emotions, to keep them from seeping out into the dream. But not impossible." He stops then and turns to face her, looking regretful before he opens his mouth, and to show that he doesn't mean it viciously he takes both of her hands and holds them gently. "It's important that if you have any ghosts, ones that haunt you often, that you find a way to put them to rest. Guilt, repressed anger, grief - in the real world we may find ways of coping with them, of living around them, but here we delve into the deepest, darkest chambers of the mind, and whether we intend to or not, it's easy to find ourselves faced with demons that could come to define who we are if we're not careful."
Yes! Batman would be lost without a Robin.
Smiling, Arthur nods. "I do. I bet you could give Cobb a run for his money, and he's the best there is." And, speaking of what Bela does, Arthur has been dying to ask, but as someone who understands how hard it is to trust people where a somewhat illegal profession is concerned he's refrained up to this point. "Do you usually work alone?" he inquires, and though he doesn't doubt that Bela is capable of taking care of herself, it's easy to make enemies in their line of work. Not that he's worried over her safety, of course.
"Unfortunately, yes." Arthur sighs dramatically, but there's amusement in it. "It's a nightmare, but someone's got to do it. There's one member of the team who is especially difficult. But sadly we need him. In the real world he's good with forging papers, but in the dream state he has the rare ability to forge himself into whoever we need him to be. And he has extremely sticky fingers, which also comes in useful on occasion."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." And Arthur looks smug, walking that little bit taller, even if it is in a playful way, he's glad he can trump George Clooney. He smiles when she squeezes his hand, and in turn he lightly swings their hands, the smile growing into a smirk.
"She was lovely," he confirms sadly, voice quiet and wavering. "It's hard, sometimes, to control your emotions, to keep them from seeping out into the dream. But not impossible." He stops then and turns to face her, looking regretful before he opens his mouth, and to show that he doesn't mean it viciously he takes both of her hands and holds them gently. "It's important that if you have any ghosts, ones that haunt you often, that you find a way to put them to rest. Guilt, repressed anger, grief - in the real world we may find ways of coping with them, of living around them, but here we delve into the deepest, darkest chambers of the mind, and whether we intend to or not, it's easy to find ourselves faced with demons that could come to define who we are if we're not careful."