"Please. You're just jealous that she has an edge over you." He let Eames guide him, smile returning to his face. Relying on people like this wasn't easy for him, but the alcohol was making it a little easier to let Eames have some measure of control here. Still, Eames had better not mention this in the morning.

"Is the betting pool good? If I make sure you win, we could split it."

He wasn't serious, because the one serious part of this conversation was that he had no intention of sleeping with any of them, not even Ariadne. A kiss was just a kiss and it was far enough in the past that he doubted either of them thought on it as much of anything.