"You look amazing in a suit," Arthur said, honestly and bluntly with a grin. He watched as Eames looked him over slowly and couldn't help but feel a bit of smug satisfaction knowing how much Eames desired him. He licked at his bottom lip and hummed. "Please do, it looks like it was made for you."

His eyes darkened when Eames mentioned the way he dressed on a job and then allowed himself a slow smirk. "I'll have to remember that, Mr. Eames," he said and stood from the chair, sliding a hand down his chest.

"We may want to get ready but one of us decides not to leave this room," he said, though his tone was teasing.