Reaching around Eames, Arthur was glad that Eames couldn't see his face as he gave a tug on the other man's belt, loosing it but not releasing it. "And you want it, don't you, Soldier? Standing here, staring at your fellow soldiers, at me, and thinking about it, aren't you?"

Asked even as he undid the button fly, making sure things were just loose enough he could pull Eames' trousers down in the back. He growled. "Answer me!"