"I'm not listening to you because you're being self sacrificing little arsehole," Eames points out and frees that other leg as well, moving quickly now that the guard has taken a note of them to a point of acting upon it. He's quite sure that spiriting Arthur out of here will earn him at least a rap sheet but that's secondary information.

"You would not leave me hanging on these ropes either. I can't believe you would want me to do that."

He lowers Arthur to sit on the furry log. Away from the protruding toy. And then he's unraveling the rope around Arthur's wrists.