Possibly, I'm Insane

Eames had adopted a dog.

Arthur knew this because he called Eames for a job he was running that needed a forger and Eames said, “Absolutely, petal, as ever, at your beck and call, but also, Brutus has to come along.”

Arthur said, “Who?”

Brutus was a Pomeranian. Who Arthur had to make sure someone was around to watch whenever they were under.

“Someone’s got to watch the PASIV anyway,” Eames pointed out.

“Why, in our line of work, would you get a dog?” Arthur growled.

“Darling, I love him. Don’t be jealous.”

“I’m not,” Arthur denied. Maybe somewhat unconvincingly.