To be fair, Arthur probably does love lesbians (Inception)
"It's just that I don't want him to leave me," Eames babbles. "What if he gets bored with me, sexually? I've never done this before."
"Guys, or relationships?" Ariadne asks.
They're in the second level of a test run for a quick and dirty militarization job -- but Arthur is running the show, so of course their mark is already vicious as a pack of litigators and thus the reason why Eames was gunned down like a mob snitch and is now lying -- totally without dignity -- bleeding out in shock on the pavement next to Ariadne. She is, of course, staring down at him with the heartless disinterest of the type of girl who fell in love with guys working in record shops, and doesn't manage to muster up any of the high-pitched concern she'd shown when Arthur was hurt, that time Arthur got punched in the stomach, that dreadful occasion when the coffee shop had run out of soy milk and the black coffee had hurt Arthur's delicate lactose intolerant stomach.
"Relationships," Eames says through gritted teeth, and asks, "If it was Arthur was lying here, would you actually give a damn?"
"Arthur already likes you," she tells him patiently, ignoring his other question. "And I'm pretty sure you fuck full nasty, so don't worry."
"Yes, but what if he gets sick of me? What if he likes virgins? You're probably irresistible to him," Eames asks, so grateful he's starting to pass out from blood loss.
"I'm gay and also, I'm not a virgin," Ariadne retorts.
"Oh God," Eames moans, blessedly, finally dying out of this level, "he probably loves lesbians."
Apparently their mark -- Yamamoto Keiko, a Saito special request -- is sufficiently bloodthirsty to make even Arthur happy about a job well done, and by the time he and Keiko drift out of the dream Arthur is all smiles as he compliments her on the way her subconscious had ripped great chasms in the Earth and spilled lava like blood over green fields.