"I'm hurt, Arthur," he said with mock shock. "You act as though I'd let something that insignificant stop me if I wanted it." Eames was enjoying this greatly.

Eames raised an eyebrow and allowed his lips to curl up. "I assume the job you just performed that gave you this lovely perk, was just completed?" Still, there was something absolutely decadent about having a week with the point man. Eames himself had at least a week to two weeks before he needed to go on a job, unless he was called on another kind of job.

He was glad to hear that the product had worked to the level that Eames had intended and thought it would. Course, he had no doubt but it was nice to know. "So, a week, hm?" he asked with a smirk. Oh, he was starting to really like this smug and wicked side of Arthur. It was refreshing.

Eames didn't watch the waiter leave to grab their drinks, instead, he kept his gaze on the man sitting across from him and studied him silently. He was a beautiful man; clean and sharp lines and yet a hint of something more sinister underneath. By that, he only meant that the man could be practically ruthless as their past meeting indicated. "No one can find a person quite like you, darling," he said, giving the compliment fairly easily.