"I better be, Mr. Eames," he said with a slow smile. Arthur knew that of course. Had known that. Of course, he had to admit, he liked that Eames wanted to reinforce that thought/notion that he was the only one.

He chuckled and watched as Eames moved in closer. "I could. Think you could handle it," he asked with a teasing smirk. He had all the pieces in his suitcase, it wouldn't be difficult at all.