"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Eames asked, still studying the book. His hand stayed exactly where it was.

Arthur was thrown. "Of course I have," he said, frowning. "I'm twenty-nine."

Eames raised his head and gave him a pointed look, and a lightbulb went off in Arthur's head.

"Oh, come on," Arthur groaned. He gestured to his uniform. "After all this time, this is what--?"

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Eames repeated, slower this time, like Arthur was the freak here.

"No, I'm seventeen, and I've never had a boyfriend," Arthur said tonelessly.