He wouldn't stop licking himself. [ Eames grimaces pointedly here, but he has little more to say of it as they reach the ninth floor, doors sliding open. Without much pause, he steps out into the carpeted hall, pulling his keys from his front left pocket as they approach the flat he and Arthur share. ]

Arthur will be able to fill you in better on the attempt, [ he clarifies lightly, slotting the key into the lock and tipping it open. Right before he eases the door out, though, he almost forgets to mention: ] Er, we've a puppy. Long story, that bit.

[ How to best explain Arthur's previous temporary lack of sight and now memory loss... He'll let the pointman figure that one out. He nudges the door the rest of the way open with his shoulder, opening it wide for them both. ]