Arthur glanced at him with a wry look. There was a part of him that knew, or at least very much suspected that Eames was well aware of how old Arthur was. As long as the forger never revealed his true age, he was fine. Truth was, he was just over the 30th mark. "Nearly there," he admitted though in truth, he was five years away from that mark.

"Honestly, I would be more surprised if you didn't try to make a joke of it," he admitted. "Or... more worried, perhaps."