"I refuse to confirm nor deny these ideas you have, Sir," he said, tones more formal, his accent changed slightly to something more regal and, well, snooty. "And you'll have to beat the truth out of me." Or a spanking. That would do as well.

The house had, laughably, opened doors. For them, at least. It had brought them together and made them both admit things they might not have otherwise opened up about.

That didn't mean though that Eames would ever want to fucking do that house again. Not in a million years.'

Eames paused in tying his tie, savoring that touch, Arthur's closeness to him. "Good. We need it." And after Rose Red they both knew how quickly they could lose so much. "Also, I encourage all the touching you want tonight."