It is a thing of beauty, the way Eames looks at him, those bright eyes mixed with his careful posture. Noting that look, the way he's watching him.

"Obvious that you could be down there enjoying yourself, doing what most are and slipping away for some private entertainment? My job to watch my troops and know, is it not?"

Every inch of Arthur ached to touch, to take, but there was a game to played, the intimacy given in the form of their roles played out.

"You're here though. Watching. Which of them has caught your eye, Soldier?"