Eames cocks his head to one side and leaves, only to bend down and pick up the hotel keycard between canine teeth. It's harder than it looks, as he drops it three times and ends up having to use his paw to slowly, slowly push it over. When he gets back, he sits patiently and regards Arthur, hoping that he understands.

It'd be much more convenient if he could speak, but the mere thought only prompts him to bark, once, as if he's been commanded by his own thoughts.