Eames nodded, setting down the bottle of alcohol he was going to pour over it with a nod. Unbuckling his belt, he pulled it off carefully not to hit either of them with it before handing the leather to Arthur.

"You need me to stop, say so. You can have breaks, but that's it. We're going to make sure this is done and take care of you." In the end that would be the most important thing, to make sure that Arthur was well taken care of in all of this and was able to heal.

"I will do it as quick as I can, and make sure it's clean." He wouldn't rush it and risk a bad job or scars later, but he wouldn't drag this out and hurt Arthur more than he had to. "Say it when you're ready."