Wasn't that the answer he wanted? Oh but Eames lit up at that, grinning at him, not even sure what to say that wasn't over the top but he was damn well amused in that moment. Then he couldn't help himself. "What a wicked boy you are," he teased. "I do love that about you, Arthur."

And he did. He couldn't deny what he thought of him.

"You say that like that's a bad thing."

And yet, instead of moving on Arthur, he moved to look at what he had, considering his fashion and what options he had for the night.