[Arthur gets the sense that Eames wants to push it here, as he always does. He's getting into it now, feeling a little more warmed up to this kind of talk.]

Well, to be honest, part of me is so impatient that I considered the restroom as well, but...

[His hand drops to her knee, fingers ghosting the inside of her thigh as he spares the rest of the bar a glance to see if anyone can see how forward he's being.]

I'd really like to take my time with you, and I don't want you to hold anything in.